Throwing a Frisbee around on the beach when I was two, sunshine reflecting blindingly off the ocean; I was so good people stopped to watch me in fluid motion.
Do I really remember this or have I just been told about it so often by my parents that it feels like a real memory?
I think I was two, definitely less than three - before I turned three we moved away and the pull of the beach no longer held sway.
Having a terrible, vivid dream of being in a car crash while visiting my mother's family in Jamaica when I was five. The car ended up on its roof but we all made it out alive.
I thought it had actually happened until I asked my parents about it in grade nine, the year I really started to learn. There was no accident, they told me, no broken glass, no car overturned. They looked at me with such concern.
Placing my right foot into my little sneaker when I was seven, not seeing the bee awaiting the arrival of my big toe. I cried when it stung me, cried like I would never stop, oh how the tears did flow!
After that I couldn't put either foot into the dark confines of a shoe without first inspecting it for lurking bees. A severe fear of being stung whenever I heard buzzing would bring me to my knees.
On my ninth birthday -
"Open your eyes."
I do as I'm told, I do not complain. But it's too hard to remember while staring down the barrel of a gun, so I close my eyes again.