My earliest memory

JBQ blogged about his earliest memory in life: a toy. My own earliest memory is walking down the streets of Athens with my mother when I was about 1 or 1.5 years old (we used to live in Athens back then) and entering a grocery store where we would buy “Fanta” (which was our favorite drink).

So, JBQ’s earliest memory is a toy and mine is food. 30+ years later and JBQ’s biggest enjoyment is still toys and mine is still food. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Maybe some things are indeed written in our genes and not just “developed” that way later in life.

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