Memories and trauma…..
When I was two, I fell down the stairs and landed face down on the cement floor of the basement. I lost a front tooth. I screamed, cried, and carried on until dad picked me up and carried me back up stairs. I have flash memories of falling down the stairs, hitting the floor, dad carrying me back up holding me on his left side. What dad was wearing is also part of that memory.
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