My earliest memory is when I was around 6 and I was in kindergarten. I was eating lunch with a disabled kid and he had no hands. He had trouble putting in his straw in his juice box so I helped him. I feel that I remember this because my teacher at the end of the year told my parents how I helped the kid everyday and started crying. I have never really seen a teacher or such an authority figure cry. I don't really identify as that sort of person now because I feel like I have lost my childhood innocence and am more focused on my own problems now. I feel that I would still help the person out but perhaps for different motives now. It is sort of depressing how my childhood innocence has been turned into a constant yearning for reward for doing good.
