My earliest memory is of lying in bed and seeing a face on the ceiling, but it's a bit crinkled up like a brown paper bag, and it's smiling at me.
I always assumed that my earliest memory must just be of a dream.
My mum and I were talking about earliest memories a couple of years ago, so I told her about my dream thinking she'd find it weird, but she got freaked out. I asked her what was up and she told me that when I was toddler, she'd hear me chatting away to myself in the middle of the night a lot. One night it woke her up and she came into my bedroom to see what I was doing, I told her I was talking to the old lady on the ceiling.
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