First Memories

I'm not sure what my first memory is. There seems to be so many early memories that I can't quite put a date on. But they're all in the same apartment and as we only lived in this house for two or three years so there's only a narrow margin of time in which the memories could have taken place. They're so vague, and yet when I think about them I can still imagine being there.

The first and probably my earliest...
I think I had to be about two. I was sitting in a big room and there was a ton of really bright yellow light coming in the window and a girl about my age with blonde hair who I was playing with. I don't know where the room is, it wasn't in our house. And if I was as young as I remember being, we'd of lived in a small apartment in a Virginia suburb not far from DC.

The living room of the first house I ever lived in

I remember also seeing the christmas tree in our house for the first time in my memory. It was tucked in a little sun room off of our living room. In the memory it's dark inside, but the tree is lit up so that it shines just perfectly. I don't know if there are any gifts under it, I just remember the awe of the tree and its glimmering lights.

And then there's the living room in the house. I had a yellow balloon on a stick that had escaped my diligent grasp and floated to the ceiling. I was so upset. My grandparents were there and everyone was trying to get the stupid thing down. It ended up on the stucco area of of ceiling and very quickly proceeded to pop, much to my terror and misery. Balloons are one thing that no child likes loosing, even though they know that eventually it will pop or deflate.

There's another memory as well, I'm probably about the same age. It's simple really, just my dad and I are walking around a small pond near our apartment and I'm holding my fluorescent pink and yellow soccer ball.  We're not doing much, just talking. Well I think he's talking mostly, I'm not sure if I have much of a vocabulary. Later on we walk back to our apartment and pass through a small basketball court where I start to play and make a bold attempt at hitting the basket. Of course the ball only goes about two feet up and misses the hoop by a mile. But you know how toddlers are, thrilled about everything.