Day 98/100. I have been asked what is my earliest memory. I don’t really know what it is, but this might be it. I have a memory, more like a vague feeling, of being on a train. I remember being scared of going into a dark tunnel. My parents were probably carrying me. We may have been in Malaysia. I don’t remember how old I was, I don’t even know why I think this is my earliest memory, but there it is.
