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Originally Posted by Niamh.
The only memories I trust of when I was a small kid is if I can remember how a I felt at the time of the memory
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I know what you mean. My grandmother (on my dad's side) died when i was 6, but i still remember her just because i remember turning over her foot stool and sitting in it and pretending to be driving a race car and she would laugh and not get mad at me, and i loved hearing her laugh. but i don't remember her face at all, or anything else about her, but i see photographs sometimes of the foot stools and it totally triggers that memory for me, that she got a kick out of me playing with her foot stool.