My very first memory is a super duper random moment, stumbling over a rope bridge at a playground with my dad in my birth town, only memory there when I must have been around 2 years old.
Remember feeling somewhat confused, but beyond this momentary image no other associations with it.
I always wondered why this random ass moment was chosen to be so engrained in my brain and if it was maybe a precursor or aftermath to something else that was impactful enough to have made me register that- well if there was it did a good job hiding.
In the end the symbol of both being on wonky, maybe unusual/unsteady pathways and the confusion associated with it came to be very familiar feeling for me early on in life, which I guess didn’t make it such a random memory after all.
