My earliest memory is of me, my mom, and my dad. All I remember is sitting in child carrier backpack thing that my dad used to carry me around in and looking up at a building while my dad shook his head saying "I don't like it". I asked my parents about this memory once when I was much younger because it was very interesting to me that it stuck out in my mind for some reason. My sister wasn't around yet and she is two years younger than me so that meant I had to be less than two years old. This made narrowing down the possible places we could have been much easier. It turns out we were at Disneyworld and we were looking up at a hotel that my mom had booked us in for the night. My dad didn't like the way it looked (he's picky and doesn't like Disney stuff to begin with). As it turns out this was exactly what had happened on that trip, we ended up staying in a different hotel because my dad didn't like the one we were booked in. I remember this scene in the first person. I'm not sure why I remember this, it is really quite unimportant.
