Davis, 1972. Moving into our new house. W.C. Fields - with a noose around his neck - on my shirt.
Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between what you actually remember, and what stories come up based on a photo. I don't have any really early memories. Maybe I need to get hypnotized or something. I can remember the first time I rode a bike by myself. I remember listening to the top 40 countdown on the radio in the basement when 'Puff the Magic Dragon' was the number one song, and I got really excited because we had the record. Then I remember stories - like the time I swallowed a penny and had to go to the emergency room. I don't remember the experience of it, just the story.