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The first memory of my life...
Actually, like most people, I can't remember much before the age of three.
But I know what my earliest memory is because I asked my mum.
I recalled an apartment and described it to her
I remembered vividly the hallway, the kitchen on the right, the rooms at the back...
There was this living room, very 70's in style, with sorts of beige velvet armchairs...
So I asked my mum whether it was my imagination or not...
She told me it was the apartment we used to live in, or it was my aunt's...
I don't remember...
Anyway, I was probably two and a half.
And I remember my father coming back from his week of work.
He had brought us two funny figurines, a boy and a girl, both seated... with hair...
The girl had a kind of beehive hairstyle and the boy a bobbed one,
like a dark-haired Kurt Cobain.
I was very pleased but my sister and I squabbled over who gets what.
Eventually, she won, as usual...
As she was the elder, she would always win.
I was probably less than three so it's my first memory.