My clearest, earliest memory is from when I was probably 3 years old. My family and I had moved to a new neighborhood, where we would remain for about 7 years, and our house's backyard lacked any grass. The memory is from a day when it rained and my backyard was buried under, what I recall as, half a foot of water. My friends and I, along with my younger sister and her friends, played in the backyard and I remember making a paper boat to play with. Two things might have made this memorable: the backyard was completely flooded and it might have been the first time I met my two best friends from childhood. I am not sure, but I feel I have always been the same person, even though my personality has been altered in slight ways over the years by the things that surround me.
