my first memory

it has always fascinated me the way memories work. everything before this memory is black and then my consciousness was thrust into existence. at this moment, even now, i remember bits and pieces after it. it was like at this moment i opened my eyes for the first time.

all i remember is running up to the swing set at the park in front of my neighborhood. i was with my mom, and someone was in my swing. i remember being upset because i was the type of child who didn’t like it when people were in my spot. i still hate it when people take my spot.

i can only assume i was a toddler because it was before my sister was born. i remember all of that. i think i might have been one or two. i remember being three.

i always thought the whole idea of this being my first memory was kind of comical. i spent all my childhood walking around the neighborhood and going to that park. I, sometimes, still sit in the same swing i fought so hard for.