Not sure.

I remember my Dad telling me I was a good whistler, and in my memory he seems very young. I might have been three. Funny that it's a music memory.

I remember my older sisters hugging me often, and my older brother bouncing me in the top bunk by pushing up from below.

But I think my oldest memory is of my mother putting me to bed with a hug and a story and she's leaning over me so it was before I landed in a bunk bed so I must have been maybe two years old. I don't feel that I was very aware then.

I wish there were more memories...

Peace, Mooh.