One of my earliest memories is sitting on the kitchen floor at my grandparents’ house, playing with a set of colorful building blocks. The sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I remember feeling really happy as I stacked the blocks as high as I could. It’s a small moment, but it sticks with me because of the warmth and comfort of that space. What about you? What’s your youngest memory?
One of my earliest memories is sitting on the kitchen floor at my grandparents’ house, playing with a set of colorful building blocks. The sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I remember feeling really happy as I stacked the blocks as high as I could. It’s a small moment, but it sticks with me because of the warmth and comfort of that space. What about you? What’s your youngest memory?