My earliest memory happened when i was around the age of 3. I distinctly remember playing in the front yard with one of my older brothers, Dave, and talking to my oldest brother Bob. Bob decided to ride his bike to his friend's house and took off down the sidewalk. I remember challenging him to a race and chasing after, while he slowed down and played along. When we got about half way to the finish I remember hearing Dave's voice calling out from behind us, telling us to wait for him, because he wanted to race too. I looked back and saw him, but decided to keep running anyway. I'd say that i definitely still connect with my 3 year old self, because i still to this day feel awful about leaving my brother behind.
