If the Big Whatever is kind, there is no scientific theory on the subject of first memories shaping a life, for my first memory is of a light shade.
Lying in my stroller in our neighbour’s house, the “sleep out” as it was called though it was their daughter’s bedroom, I looked up at a fringed, fabric, light shade. The fabric was a tapestry pattern, brown, and the fringing was a light coffee colour, probably cream originally, but it was no doubt years old when it came into my consciousness and aged into a creme colour.
One could argue, that I “saw the light” at a very young age.
My next memory of this room is of a picture of Elvis glued to the wall. I don’t want to go there…