a morsel of memory

its going to be a long journey.....espicially with these religious turmoils........oil well wars.........cartoon killings........to make sense of all this pulp fiction......and then have people understand.......that the most precious is not most evident...........but perhaps the most neglected........... my earliest memory is thane......since i was a kid......that playfield green with grass enormous in my memory cell must have been a yard in front of our house.........and a vague recollection of a childhood friend.......he was a sardarji......patka and all......probably younger than me......because i now percieve him laughing at my jokes than me at his...... i have ascertained that i must have been two and a half years then.......something i have taken extra effort to demarcate........also because i want to know from what age will my 16 month old daughter have a memory when she grows up................so that i can start behaving myself then on...........fortunately as it turns out.........i can carry on misbehaving for another 14 months.........quite a relief.