Hi. My name is Kjerstin M. Evans. I spent last autumn in a city called Charentsavan. It was a small city, with a couple of really crappy internet places and one restaurant. It used to be called Lusavan which means "light-ville."
I remember going to the park in Oslo. I was wearing a blue coat and I remember a wide slide. Except for my blue coat, everything was very grey: the slide, the sky, and the asphalt we were walking on.
I don't know who I was with. I must have been with someone because I might not have been one yet. I don't know if this actually happened, no one remembers. Also, it might not have been in Oslo at all. I think that it's weird that I have this one fleeting image of an entire two years of my life, and if it didn't happen, where did it come from? An online source says, "That first childhood memory is notoriously hard to pin down" (Huyghe, 1). Later in his article he writes:
To be certain that you are in fact remembering, you must avoid the influence of family photographs and stories, which you may unitentionally substitute for true memories. While the distinction between memory and memento is easy to understand, in practice it is often hard to make. And even when you do manage to summon up an early experience, you may find it difficult to date accurately. (Huyghe, 1)
Which I think pretty much sums it up.