My Earliest Memories

There aren’t many moments in my life that I would say they were the most important ones. Never did I thought it will be fair or wise to assume such moments exist. The only moment I can freely say that it was the most important one is the moment I was born, every other moment cannot live up to it.

My earliest memory  ever starts with me in the car , probably being setting on my mother or sister’s lap, I was looking from the window and into the sideway of a road,  we were leaving the airport and heading toward our new home in Tarhouna- Libya. I remember that daylight was above everything else.
There weren’t  many buildings to see, I remember I was feeling confused; it was two months earlier than my 3^rd Birthday. The memory also ends with me being in the car.

The white plastic tray with Mars Chocolate bars on it shaped the form of a cake, and I remember that it was my 3^rd Birthday, I remember the presence of my oldest brother, I  also remember that the person holding this cake had to come down to my height in order for me to see it and probably blow the candles, that is if they used candles, I don’t remember blowing any. But I also don’t remember a lot of things :)