Last night I was reflecting on my first memory. I belive it was the following...

I must have been 4 or 5 and my family and I were living in Bayside in a connected one story apartment around a communal square. The apartments were made of red brick and each had a very small area in front of it for a garden which my Mother used.

What I remembered is that it was a cold snowy day and I was dying to get outside and play. My Mother dressed me with as much clothing as she could put on me. Layers of shirts and pants topped with snow pants and a winter jacket.

I recall I was warm but when I got outside...I couldn't bend my arms and legs. I walked around like a stick figure. When I looked down I fell. I didn't care though...I was outside in the snow just rolling around trying my best to make a snowball with three pairs of gloves on my hands :-)