I would guess my earliest memory was of a walk my father and I took along a stream near our house. I was three. There were not many people around and I recall the ground being moist but not muddy. At first I remembered it being cloudy, but then I realized it only seemed that way because of the canopy of trees. It was sometime in the mid to late afternoon. My dad pointed out dragonflies, birds, and other things of interest to me. The most salient event from this memory was of him helping my to count my fingers with my arms outstretched, first with my palms facing me, then with my palms facing him. I remember preferring to count with my palms facing away from him because I thought the backs of my hands were more presentable than the fronts.
The fact that I can remember some the thoughts I was having leads me to feel that my identity is the same as it was.
