Really interesting childhood memories.

I suppose I shall never be able to stop remembering how the first boy that was nice to me on a regular basis (since we attended the same daycare) was brown and possibly a Native American boy. And we were very companionable in my memory. And he was not treated as well by the blond babysitter mother in upstate New York, and I don't think I should ignore that experience. And I am sorry though, if she was oppressed and had to have a babysitting job she didn't want. I still have a scar on my finger from where she poked me with her needle to get a splinter out. Not all moms need to babysit other women's children. That was a lesson. Anyways, I will never remember who this person's name was, I guess (unless maybe I get hypnotized?)

But of course, there was one other boy who was also nice to me (on a more short-term basis) and he introduced me to something like bulgogi and I believe we played with bubbles at my house and I think we watched the "Mr. Body" show on TV. And And "Ripley's Believe It or Not." And he thought we could meet again when we were older and I agreed. And he became an interesting person I guess when he got older. And he thought I should go places I wanted to go and maybe not listen to my parents if they told me I shouldn't go there. He was kind of just a little bit more bossy, though.