Before age 2, maybe closer to 18 months; I have this memory of an old but sturdy man with a full head of gray hair walking with me down the street away from our house, then picking me up and carrying me back. From my memory, I didn't know who he was. I certainly never saw him again.
Told my mom about it a few years ago. She said it was her stepfather; it was the only time he'd come to visit, and he'd died unexpectedly the next day (one hopes, not from lifting me). She'd never mentioned it, because she thought I was too young to remember.
Interesting that what I remember is so clear. I can see his face. I remember that we walked as far as the lumberyard down the street. I remember that he was wearing a long-sleeved flannel-type shirt with a plaid pattern.
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