I became conscious while walking through LAX airport holding my moms hand as we approached a strange smiling man with an afro and handle bar mustache (turns out it was my father)
I became conscious while walking through LAX airport holding my moms hand as we approached a strange smiling man with an afro and handle bar mustache (turns out it was my father)
Tossing myself into a fountain at the mall when I was 2 or 3. I was throwing a penny in and didn’t let go.
I had earlier memories, but those are a different story.