I have been thinking about this and trying to remember what my first actually memory really is a memory that somebody told me about and I remember
because of that or I saw a picture and I remember because of that, something I remember from feeling alive and being there when it happened and I think my earliest memory date when I was about two or two years and half probably not much older than that because after that we moved Paris. And at the time, mum, dad and I lived in Paris
In a old building that hance wooden stair weel and the the steps were quiet pulished wood and quiet slippery and it was on the third floor, the flat was on the third floor and there wasn’t lift because it was an old building, on this 19th century ones. And then it was winter, and actually since was winter I was probably about two because I born on winter, as well so I would been two and Mum had really long winter coat Kind of uncle … long winter coat which is I am not sure if the… is doctor that pattern that is white and black, she was holding my hand on one side and she had a shopping bag, an empty shopping bag, you know the bag to go to do shopping and the pushchair folded up on the other hand and she wearing high heels well not super high but high heels boots and we felt downstairs because my mum’s heel got cought on the coat and I remember tembling down these really pulished wooden steps and mum falling as well and the bag and the pushchair everything ended up and keep landing bellow. I think my mum cried I can’t really remember at the time it was not scary but it was more surprising and I believe that it is the earliest I can remember

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