Day 7 – Memories: What’s your earliest one?

My earliest memories would have to involve traveling, airports and my dad’s place in Makassar, Indonesia (then called Ujung Pandang). From when I was born up to when I was 3 years old I traveled to and fro Indonesia a lot, which lead me to finally moving there semi-permanently when I was 8.

The most vivid memory I had from my early childhood would involve tripping into a huge rock outside our ancestral home that resulted into a very noticeable mark on my right hand, so much that it looks like a semi-keloid/birth mark. It’s one of the scars that will probably stay with me until forever.

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