My earliest memory is very simple. I'm in my living room at my parent's house. I'm probably around three or four years old. My dad is sitting on the floor, leaning back against our green sofa. I'm crawling around him and having fun and just being a kid. There aren't any extraordinary circumstances making this very memorable. Something, though, that stands out about it to me is the fact that my dad is at my house, because my parents got divorced when I was five and he hasn't been in that house since so I don't have any other memories involving him being there. Since I was so young, I feel no connection to my younger self that I envision in this memory. My experiences and the mere fact of aging make my younger self seem like an entirely different person.
