Toddling from the guest bedroom into the living room at my great aunt's house because I was scared by a thunderstorm. I have a clear memory of coming into that bright room where the grownups were. Years later, I was on a family trip to see that same great aunt, and before we got there I described my memory to my mother, including the way the house was laid out. She was astonished at how accurately I remembered the house, and told me that the only other time I had ever been there was when I was 1-1/2 years old...so that must have been how old I was on the night of the thunderstorm.
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In other news, I'm seeing that one has to be careful when choosing userpics to upload. If they're not pretty high resolution, they look blurry despite their tiny size. I've already deleted at least one. I can see that I'll be fooling with these quite a bit.
Trish said something about how I should steal other people's that I like. Someone will have to please instruct me, in case I see something irresistible and get a wild hair.
Okay, I need to be sensible and go to bed now. Starting out the work week (albeit a short one) with 6 hours of sleep is not sensible!