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One hazy memory from being 2 that was later confirmed in a conversation with my parents. Distinct memory when I was 3.
My parents and I were driving across country in our VW bus, camping as we went. We were somewhere in Wyoming. We were eating breakfast when some older boys appeared at the top of a large rock at the edge of our campsite, and pretended to fire rifles at us (they had sticks for rifles). My dad and I gave chase. It was Cowboys/Indians fun. I swear, its clear as as a bell......the sun coming through the pines, the cool of the morning, the surprise and delight of these kids playing with us, my dad and I giving chase......
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