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Wow ! What is the earliest memory of my life ?
Er... Maybe it goes back to...
I wasn't so young, but it's certainly when my father removed my bike's training wheels.
I remember it was at night, downstairs, in the room where he used to fix things...
I was probably three years old, at most.
I remember the light falling down on the workbench, with the bike on it.
My dad was unscrewing the training wheels.
Then, the day after, here I go riding a bike, without training wheels, for the first time.
And it was a bit...
Well, it didn't go well right away.
But what I remember the most is that moment, at night, shared with my dad.
It's the first and most vivid memory that I keep of me and my dad together.
Also, knowing that afterwards my parents split up,
it remains a memory of the time they were together.