A foggy scene where I sat on huge stairs. A black lady was sitting next to me. We were talking or playing.
When I asked my parents about it, it turned out that I was less than 4 years old and we were in a sea resort. The lady was my nanny. She was, according to what they said, my closest and dearest person at that age. It is strange that that was the only memory I had of her.
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