My earliest memory is of me chillin' in my living room with brother who is a year older than me eating bean and flour tortilla tacos and watching tv with my grandma. We were both little, 2 and 3 years old, approximately.
1) I was about 2 or 3
2) There weren't really any extraordinary experiences other than the fact that I felt perfectly happpy being with my brother eating bean tacos.
3) I am not at all the same as I was then. My biggest worries back then were probably wether I would watch Power Rangers or Barney. However, I would say that my sense of energy and inability to remain still has been pretty consistent. I would say that I am relatively the same I was I was about a year and a half ago but not any earlier than that. Similar but not the same.
4) At the time of this memory, my family and I still lived in Mexico. This memory is approximately a year or two before we moved to the U.S.
-- Edited by 102intro on Tuesday 25th of October 2011 12:30:42 AM
