I'll throw another one in. I remember being in my crib and rearranging the padded multicolored half-height liner and climbing under the serpentine shape. I have

I'll throw another one in. I remember being in my crib and rearranging the padded multicolored half-height liner and climbing under the serpentine shape. I have a random memory from what I think is 1.5 years old walking around the kitchen as my great grandma cooked a rice vermicelli in chicken broth. I vividly remember the boy I thought of as my first best friend in daycare and a whole bunch of age 2 memories, like eating maruchan ramen and lucky charms at a private daycare (these were two products my immigrant family didn't purchase until far far later).