I Remember (7)

I remember my earliest memory is that I wake up on the morning of my birthday, which one I can't remember, very early, though, yellow sunlight shining in through the window, and I know that it's my birthday--and for one reason or another--I know that I remember nothing before that day, and I think to myself--literalist interpreter of birth-days that I was--"This is the day I am born.  This is the first day of my life"--and then trotting out into a dark hallway.