Early Memory 1

I was in my crib. I held a stuffed dog.  It was Snoopy from The Peanuts cartoon.  He had a heart shaped button sewn onto his chest.  I liked his button heart.  It was nice and red.  I liked red.  The button's hole was behind the heart and made it stick out from his chest.  It would have been better if it were flush against his chest and didn't wiggle about.  It was alright, though.  I liked that stuffed Snoopy dog with his red heart.  I couldn't have been older than three; I was in a crib.  I remember wondering about what was beyond what we know.  I am not smart; not above any averages anyhow.  I think about that early memory from time to time.  Perhaps we are born knowing more?  Perhaps we forget as we grow here on Earth?