I was around 3 years old. I remember where I used to live in Tennessee. I remember eating breakfast getting ready to go out and play with my friends in our apartment quad. I think this was particularly memorable because it was basically my first set of close friends. It is also my first move to America. I think my personality is pretty much the same. I think a huge part of that memory was that the weather was really pretty that day.
Some of my most vivid memories are also of days when I was playing with friends on beautiful days. I don't remember very much rain at all when I was a small child (even though I know it must have rained back then just as much as it rains now). I only remember the bright warm summer days, the chilly wind and orange leaves of autumn, the pure white snowfall of winter, and the sunshine and flowers of spring. I don't remember the cloudy, rainy days when I was just stuck inside all day.
