Cone of Sand
My first memory is of an ideal cone of sand!
It was on the road in a small town called Blenheim, in New Zealand. My mother always claimed I was 10 months old when this happened, which would have made it August 1944. I remember I could walk, but not yet speak. Although the age may be wishful thinking, it was still remarkable and unusual for a first memory. My mother and a neighbour were talking alongside the sand, outside our house.
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