Early Memories (self-exploration paper)

Early Memories
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There is a myriad of memories from my childhood. The earliest of them was when I experienced rainfall for the first time. It was a mild shower coming from the skies. Soon it was a torrent of rain and I watched it fall from a balcony where my mother had sheltered us. It was a beautiful experience. I was only two years old. The clarity in which I remember that experience makes me question its reality.
A large amount of my memories are hilarious stories that my parents and close relatives have told me. Most of them are very funny and good memories such that I wish they were recorded on tape. There is this peculiar story that my mother told me that when I was about one year old I played with the sunrays, which filtered through the bedroom curtains. The rays reached all the way to my baby cot. I played with them and tried holding the golden rays with my hands. It became a fun struggle that left me catching no ray at all, and I would giggle and laugh to myself. My mother told me she would think that I was playing with my guardian angel!
I hold such memories dearly. I believe memories are crucial in self-identity and realization. Those things human beings do while the mind is young and uncorrupted come a long way in defining who the person really is. If they are jolly memories full of bliss then it means deep down lies a joyous personality, something that I can attest to. The memory about the sunrays has been encrypted i...