The first memory that I have of myself is me sitting outside the showers of the tomato picking camp in Indiana playing with a toy where you press on different colors and what not. The weird thing is, I see the whole thing from a different perspective. It’s as if I’m a person looking at myself play, not the baby playing on the floor. Then suddenly I am the baby… playing with the individual shampoo packages that we were given and leaving the toy behind..
Good stuff.
