Anne_3.2_DQ

My earliest childhood memory would fall under the category of comfort. When I was little, I remember I hit my chin when I went under the table, and hit my chin on the corner. I did that about four times and would always get stiches. The reason why I would get comfort because I got hurt and my mom would comfort me to make me feel better because her first child got hurt and she wanted to make sure I was alright. I would not say that my first memory was the best, but it was my first memory.