My earliest memory is stored in the back of my brain, shrouded in a mist.
My earliest memory is foggy, I can only see a blurry vision when I think of it.
My earliest memory is from a long time ago, on what seems like my cousin’s birthday.
I can see lit birthday candles, with flickering flames waiting to be blown out.
There are balloons too, lots of different colors of them, floating in the air.
I can barely remember a slice of cake on a paper plate, with a layer of sweet frosting on top.
I don’t see much when I think of it, everything is cloudy, but I do clearly remember one thing.
My earliest memory is surrounded by a sense of complete happiness.