My first memory is of me in the apartment my family was living in at the time on 82nd street between Park and Lexington Avenue (the upper east side of Manhattan). I couldnt have been older than three at the time because my little sister wasnt alive at the time.I remember leaving my room and going down the hallway to go bother my dad to make me breakfast.He told me to go brush my teeth first.Annoyed, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.I saw a blue, plastic and sparkly bead on the sink and as a way of getting back at my dad; I put it up my nose.After a minute or so of having the bead up my nose, I realized that I couldnt get it out.I could still breathe easily, but was scared regardless so I got my dad who then tried to take it out with a small pair of tweezers.He couldnt get it out, and was about to take me to the emergency room, but then I sneezed it into my hand.
I dont consider my identity to be the same as it was.However, the spiteful nature of my personality is definitely there, which is a funny thing to think about I guess.
That's really funny. My earliest memory was of my around that age too and I also did things that seem ridiculous in retrospect. It's interesting to see how children develop and how they change from the way they were early into the people they are now.
