My first memory is of the saddest day of my life, although I didn't know it at the time.

... My first memory is of the saddest day of my life, although I didn't know it at the time. I was four years old and sat in my living room with the sweets my Dad had given me that day. The television was blaring and I was half watching Sesame Street and half watching my parents rushing around the house and putting things into suitcases. Everything was quiet except for the sound of Big Bird reciting the alphabet when my Father came into the room and sat by my side. He had a present for me. It was a toy shopping trolley full of plastic food and a microwave to "cook" it in. I loved the present but at that point in time the television meant more to me than anything else. I said thanks and turned back to the screen. I didn't realize it but it was

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