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by dec0dedab0de
2 hours ago
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My oldest memory is a clown holding a bunch of balloons flying over the fence at my first birthday party. I then tried to fly with the baloons when i got them. I told my mom about it decades ago, and she said there was a clown that jumped over the fence. Then I spent the rest of the party running around the house holding the balloons. |
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There's also the phenomenon of having a memory of a memory. At age 10, I had a very solid recollection of my life at ages 5 to 6 (not so much of age 4). Now all I remember is that I used to remember a lot more than I do know.