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I know about things that happened to me a at very young age through stories and pics, but I cant really remember them. The earliest undocumented things I truely remember are from 3-4 yrs- senses like climbing up on the bricks in the fireplace, the tree in the back yard, the layout of the old house, and my cold metal highchair. And being in the back of the stationwagon, too! lying down to sleep, hearing the road crunch under the tires, its just starting to get dark, and the trees look like broccoli.
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