January 11, 2021 Memories and Perspectives: Reflecting from a writer’s POV One of my earliest memories takes place in the living room of the first home I remember. It was sunny. I was playing Barbies with my sister. I’m pretty sure Princess Jasmine’s head had not yet been ripped off in a quest for vengeance. We were both little – I was probably around three years old. Then mum came in with two old people.
