My earliest memory is from when I was around 3-4 years old, when I was living in China. I remember sitting on the back of my dad's bicycle while we were on the way home. I was bored so I started trying to count to 1,000. It was just an ordinary day, so there was nothing extraordinary to make this event particularly memorable. I feel like my personality is still the same as it was then, because trying to do something to occupy my mind while I'm bored seems like something I would do. Some other interesting things about the memory are that I can remember passing through a busy street lined with street vendors while on the back of the bicycle, and I'm fairly certain that we got home before I could count to 1,000.
