My first memory is probably called a false memory. As in there is no way I could remember it. But I swear I do. I remember being younger than Luke, lying in my crib, looking up at my mom and realizing wow, this is love. I realized I loved her and she loved me. I don’t think the word “love” was attached to it until later, but the feeling was there and strong. It was a sunny day that day. I can even tell you the layout of the room in regards to the door, window and my crib. Which is how it’ll probably be proved false. But I’m ok with thinking, really believing that it’s a real memory.