The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

This technically isn't my first memory, but it was the first memory that I remembered. For whatever reason, my memories happened out of order. My actual first memory was the Christmas party of 2006.

I remember being on a car trip with my mom. After that happened, I saw me and my mom in my house in the doorway to the kitchen. I was depicted as a generic baby. You know, the kind that has one hair on it's head, one tooth, and a generic blue one piece pajama outfit. My mom said something to my grandma, and then my grandma replied with something. I then woke up to my grandma telling me about how awesome I am.