My favorite memory:
The one I’m about to have, where I just typed the period at the end of this sentence
[in short, I’m grateful for the moment-to-moment memories. I’ve been collecting my memories to find common patterns [ http://icopiedyou.com ] as I have a dreadful fear of someday… forgetting. I’d say my favorite is riding down the sidewalk by this large tree up to a broken piece of sidewalk in a little red firetruck with a broken bell with a piece of string on it.
It’s my favorite because it’s my first memory. Apparently I was 2 to 2.5 yrs old according to my mom.