Earliest Momory...

... that I recall at the moment.

I feel compelled to write something, but I got nuthin, so here's another story. Since most for the stories that come to mind that may be interesting are usually kind of wrong and dramatic, I thought something pleasant would be boring but better this time.

My earliest memory is feeling warm and comfortable and content. I was surrounded by a plush sea of a blue-grey greenish softness. I remember not being able to see what was past the waves of what I now know was a blanket, but that was OK. Content. Peaceful. Comfortable. Loved.