My days are running into each other, and they don’t usually look significantly different, so I decided to write about memories that have stuck with me throughout my life, snapshots that have etched themselves on my brain.
The Way Back
My earliest memory consists of a few flashes of images. I am being held by someone (I assume my mom) in a quiet, darkened unfamiliar room, which I later was told must have been the hotel where we were staying in Ocean City, New Jersey when I was a toddler. The shades were drawn, but the irrepressible sun managed to shoot its rays around the edges of the shade. It must have been my naptime.
Another one, from roughly the same time in my life, is in the kitchen. My mom had just walked out the door to go to her night class at George Mason (back when it was a commuter school), and I was standing at the kitchen window sobbing, watching her get into the car, start the engine, and pull out of the spot. The light from the streetlamps stretched into long, vertical lines because of the tears in my eyes. Man, I wanted my mom.
My Corner of the Village 
Those must be very early memories! I like the image of the sun shooting its rays around the edges of the shade.
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I like these vignettes! They are very evocative, since your memories are so strong.
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