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My first memory is when I was under the age of 18 months. I was in a stroller and this lady in a white blouse with big hair was handing me a sheet of candy buttons. My mother doubted this memory until I described, in perfect detail, the layout of the apartment we were in-we moved from the complex when I was 18 months old.
Regressional therapy brought out other memories of my life as a small child, but none so innocuous, yet pleasant, as that one.
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