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Bill Murphy Jr.'s avatar

Here's my first memory:

I’m about 2 years old, and we’re in our in Tottenville apartment on Staten Island, which is the very southwest corner of New York City.

It's fairly dark inside from my perspective, lots of 1970s colors like maize yellow and pea green. This is the only home I’ve known, but we’re just living there temporarily for a couple of years because of my dad’s job.

Pretty soon we'll move to Rhode Island. (I like to say I'm from "the islands.") I won't come back to Staten for decades.

There’s a party or some kind of get-together going on, and I'm playing on the living floor with some other kids.

The wall has a cutout connecting this room to the kitchen— the sort of thing you'd pass food through. My dad and one of the other dads are on the other side, using the opening as a stage to entertain us with a puppet show.

Am I remembering this 100% accurately? Hard to know. I've asked my parents and they didn't recall this. But, here's the twist:

Four decades later I moved back to the NYC area, and one weekend I convinced my then-girlfriend/now-wife to drive out to Staten Island with me. This was my first time in the area since we moved away, probably not long after that memory would have been.

I went by, knocked on the door, and the tenant let me come inside and take a look.

Everything was painted different colors, a more 21st century beige and white. But sure enough, there was a cutout in the wall between the kitchen and dining area, just about the right height for a puppet show.

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Jackie Harbison's avatar

I grew up in the Louisville, KY area. My first memory is of pulling out a drawer to stand on as I tried to pull the piggy bank off of the top of my dresser to add my money to a KY Derby pool. I was almost 5. The dresser tipped over and I still have a scar on my forehead to show for the fall. Never been a big Derby fan since. :)

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