21. First Memory
When I was 4 years old my house was bombed by terrorists, they made a movie about it. I don’t remember much but I still have the scars to prove it.
I remember the explosion knocking me off my bed and my dad yelling something out the broken window. By standing up I lodged some glass into my foot, so I had to butt-skooch down the stairs.
I remember the walls inside the house collapsing and our nanny’s arms covered in my brother’s blood.
The last thing I remember is the back of the ambulance.
This is also one of my first memories.