If I chronologically recall right, my first memory is the time I got lost in the mall. I was about 3, and was pushing a little toy stroller with a baby doll with it. I was out shopping with my mom. We were in Macy’s and as we passed an escalator, a wheel popped off my stroller and bounced down the escalator. I ran down after it. I was fine until I picked up the wheel, then realized that I couldn’t see my mom anymore. Luckily, it didn’t take her long to find me because I immediately started screaming bloody murder. Never left her side in a public place again after that!