Your earliest memory.
My earliest memory is actually a reoccurring dream from when I was a child living in Wakefield, Quebec, Canada. It is best described in my upcoming audio series, Beautiful.
“In my dreams, I am always falling.
The stairwell of my childhood farmhouse lays before me, oak boards polished smooth, and the walls painted fresh red. My feet never once touch the ground as I teeter over the edge. I can feel sunlight as I round the first landing, and I know someone is there.
But before I can see, I awaken.”