It can be hard to distinguish between actual memories and stories you know/ have been told from over the years. I know I have a couple of memories as a 2 years old. We moved into a new house in the fall before I turned 3, and these memories are from the “old house”. One is that there was a train set stored under the bunk beds and during “nap time” I could reach underneath the bed to fish out some rail cars to play with. This has to be my true oldest memory.
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