Memoir
I remember sitting in the kitchen in my high chair and eating mushy, icky stuff that I wouldn't go near for a million dollars now but I bet I loved it then. I was eating the icky stuff out of a blue bowl with a plastic spoon but I wasn't using the bowl of the spoon. I remember I was using the handle to scoop the icky stuff up to my mouth. I remember this, I think, but it might be remembering remembering it.
