I think I was three or about to be three. I was inside this small one-room house. I think it was the first house my parents lived in after they got married. All I can remember is me in this red bathing towel. The towel had many patterns on it, most of them blue. I remember my mother tucking me into that towel.
I don't remember any emotional cues from that memory, so I gues I wasn't entirely me back then. My earliest memory where I felt like "me" was when I was about four or five. I remember someone nocking on the door. My mother opened it and I saw it was my friend next door. He said let's go out and play, and so we ran to the playground.
