

My earliest memories were breast feeding, I wasn’t yet walking, and based on all the things happening around me the people, the birthday cake, etc, my mother and grandmother both confirmed I was only 2 months old. It was my great grandmother’s birthday, that was in August 1981. I still have photographic memories of my entire childhood, phone numbers, cars, people, news on the TV, everything. But that’s just me.
This is by far, the ugliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.