I was four years old, and it was a huge party at my house for some large event, I have no idea which. I went upstairs and I remember that there was an old red chair there that is now in our basement, and when my mom came up stairs I asked her why she was with all those people and not me. It is most likely the feeling of jealousy or sadness that makes me remember this. My personality is different, although I am still jealous when my girlfriend goes out, but my identity is the same, I will always be Nick Thieme.
