Born Free

          My very first memory was when I was 1 or 2 years old. Most likely one year old. I was on a family vacation in Key West, FL. We owned a condo timeshare at the time, and we were actually very well off.  Well anyways, back to the memory. I was in one of the bedrooms of the condo and I remember walking very slowly out of the bedroom and into the living room. I was walking towards my dad who had his arms wide open signaling me to come to him. My dad was the first person I ever remember seeing.
          My memory then flashes to me eating slices of cheese which is contradictory to my current taste-buds 20 years later: I hate cheese.  Somehow, my memory seemed to go back in time as it cut to a time where I was in a cradle. (Don't ask me how I remember all the way back to my times in a cradle but I've always had a very powerful memory)  I was laying in the cradle but I wanted freedom. I rocked the cradle back and forth until finally it fell over and I was able to crawl out. I was born free baby!!!