My earliest memory is of walking around the upstairs of my house into the master bathroom of my parents room where my dad was shaving (he had a beard then). I remember the way sunlight came in through the windows and the old furniture in my parents bedroom. I was about four or five in this memory, I think the fact that my dad had a beard then and hasn't had one since made it more memorable. My identity is basically the same, although I feel like I thought about things quite a bit less then.
