My first memories are from when I was two (I think).

When I was two I had an operation on my bladder. I don’t know what was wrong with it, but it was wrong. I hope I wasn’t weeing glow in the dark wee or something, because that would have been an awesome skill to have.

Anyway, my memories are scattered, I was two. I remember being wheeled around a hospital on a hospital bed. I remember being given a train set from my grandparents as a gift to cheer me up. I remember getting needle from the doctor.

That’s about all. I’m not sure how many of these are actual memories and how many are planted in my head from hearing from my parents talk about my operation. Still real or implanted, their filed into the 1984 section of my brain, so that’s good enough for me.

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