4x365: Anthony

Try as I might, he's the only person I can remember from my earliest years of daycare. He was pretty young - still in diapers and I always thought he smelled funny. His skin was deep olive. His hair was a carpet of dense fuzz.

Another memory of the same vintage was of picking around the sliced fruit at snack time to try and find the banana chunks that were buried at the bottom. We weren't supposed to do that but I brought that banana with me from home and I'd be damned if I had to eat apple chunks instead.