What is your earliest memory?
Mine is crawling behind my parents' living room sofa, trying to chase down one of their two white, long-haired cats. It's just the briefest of recollections, a feeling of the thrill of being in this strange little space where no one could follow, in playful pursuit of my feline pal.
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