My earliest memory is holding my baby brother for the first time right affter he was born. I was 3 years old. It was in the hospital, I was sitting in a chair in the room and my Mom was in bed holding the baby. My Dad took the baby from my Mom and walked over to me and put him in my arms. The extraordinary circumstance that made this moment memorable is that it was the first time I saw a person who would be in my life forever. My personality is the same in that I am still happy to have a brother and proud of him.
