I've been thinking about those moments ages ago - and I tried to remember which one's the earliest. I think the earliest was either watching a procession of elephants or watching my sister go off a slide into the mud. I don't know which one's earlier - both happened when I must have been around 2-3 years old. As ridiculous as it may seem, these moments are like freeze frame in my head.
I can still see my sister wearing the striped dress with big red, white dots - she happily came down the slide without seeing the muddy ground -thanks to the rain. And, we had to go home, across the road, for her to change!
