My memory is truly terrible. I've read studies suggesting that long-term clinical depression makes it more difficult for memories to stick, or something, so maybe that's why. I'm great at remembering tiny mundane details about things no one else cares about, (and others' food/aesthetic preferences) but that's basically it. I really ought to start a daily journal so that future me can remember more of my early life, but I just know I would embellish it wildly and try to be Anais Nin instead. (Tfw when you want to be Anais Nin but really you're more like Emily Dickinson because you never leave the house)
My very first human memory is hallucinating an enormous amphibious alien creature in my trailer park living room when I was 3 years old or so at 4 am and having a full-blown conversation with it in some garbled language while half-asleep, so there's that.
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