I was about 3 years old. It was the first time I remember seeing fall, and I was being brought to preschool by my mother. There was a playground with its surface made of woodchips and a swinging tyre.
I had never seen autumn before, and the bright colours around made the scene particularly memorable.
Personalities certainly change, but I can identify with who I was at the point in time. I may like slightly different things, but I don't feel like I was somebody else when I was 3.
