tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

It was Saturday evening, and traditionally after the cleaning day my family and I were spending well deserved moments of peace in the living-room watching some program on television. We had just came from sauna, the house smelled of freshly-baked buns and leaves of springtime birches. I crawled inside the light turquoise velvet bathrobe of my mother, which had a zipper running trough it till bellybutton, and peeked outside to see my sisters sitting on dark wooden chairs and crawled back. 

 This is what I chose for my first memory, for I do not know which one it could possibly be. There are so many.