I feel that I don't have a good memory. I don't think I have as many childhood memories as other people. And I'm not sure what's a memory and what's a picture I've seen that's acting like a memory.
So I'll say one memory might be me holding on to the coffee table in the living room, attempting to take my first steps. I was about three and a half years old. That's how old I was when I started walking. But there's also a picture of this, so that might be why I think I remember it. I can't remember what I'm wearing, but I know my hair was in pigtails, or "doggy tails" as my mother called the hairstyle.
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