You do this really well, too, Tamara, writing about these things. What a gift! My earliest memory was getting my nose broken at 2 1/2, and yet, it’s not a bad memory. When it first happened, I was floating outside of my body, and the crowd gathered around it, looking down in wonder, and feeling very comfortable wherever I was. I didn’t remember that until it happened again at age 24. When it happened that time, it felt like coming home. I know that wherever that is, is home. I’ve learned to connect with it here, instead of “there”. I feel like I had to go “there” to remember it, if that makes sense.