My First Memory

 

So, my first memory is a little hard to describe, because it could be one of two things. I have an actual memory, of being in my backyard. In the back-right corner, we used to have a bunch of sunflowers, and I remember being among them, and seeing my cat Chloe in front of me. In the above picture, the black blob next to my dad is Velma, Chloe's  sister cat. 

My other first memory isn't really a memory, but a dream. However, my memory of it is as old if not older than the memory of Chloe. I'm in my bedroom, looking at myself, who is across the room. Across the room me is being held my my dad, who is in a rocking chair, singing to me. So, the above image isn't directly of either of these incidents, but it's related to both.