First memory

The first memory I have is when Iwas about one. I found a photo of myself a couple of years ago at a picnic with my mom holding me. For some reason when I looked at it I remembered being there, who was there, and what everything looked like. It was evening at a church picnic, my mom had got me dressed up for everyone to see how cute I was. All I really remember was being passed around to every old lady there. they would all comment on how cute I was and that i was going to be beautiful when I grew up. I adore attention and i guess thats why i love being in the spot light all the time. when we recieted this dream to the class i now realize how this memory has effected how  I am today.