10/5/2007 - First memories

My first memory is of sitting on a beach, staring out into the ocean. I know now that I was facing south, the sun warm and fading on my right. It must have been spring or fall, we lived on the edge of the arctic circle. The beach was all pebbles of white and grey. Maybe those were the only colors my baby eyes could see. There were no birds, no animals that I could recall, no sound that I remember. Just the sun, warm and fading on my right.