I always had this thought that I actually remember the exact moment when my brain first start to function properly. Like a computer that remember its first login. Been bugging me for so many years.

It's like remembering the first time your life started. I have no memories of any event prior to that moment. I can still picture that day, me playing in front of my grandfather's house with my cousin, while my grandfather is sweeping dead leaves that fell to the ground. Weird? I don't know.

I had never share this thing with anyone. Because I don't even know how to explain it. What more if people ask for clarification. It's like having a dream that is so real that you can actually remember it for so many years, the dream that walked the thin line between reality and dream. But no, this isn't a dream. At least that's what I've been telling myself.