My first memory is of when I got my tonsils removed when I was five. I dont remember the whole event in its entirety but I remember changing into my first ever hospital gown in a stall. Then I remember waiting for the nurse, who asked me to follow her into a room where this big machine was waiting to anesthetize me. As she led me into the room, she led me past a boy sitting there and she said I told him I was saving the mint flavor for you. Then she placed my head to the machine and there was a mint colored balloon inflating and deflating at the end of the machine. I remember thinking right before I blacked out, I hate mint. I cant really say if my personality or identity is the same now as it was then because I dont really have a recollection of who I was then. I dont recall being scared (though I very well could have been), though I definitely would have be scared if I were to go through such a procedure now. I do like mint now, though. (By the way, the mint was only vaguely mint-like and gross).
