portraits of being

how does memory shape a personality, an identity, a life?
i asked them a simple question: what is your earliest memory?

I WANTED TO
cut an apple. the knife slipped and cut my finger. now i have this scar.
ILUKA, 10, turkey

I WAS WITH
my family at our lakeside cabin. my sister and i had this tricycle that we loved, and always talked about riding it down the dock and flying off the edge.

being the daredevil, i started peddling down the dock, thinking I could fly to the island in the middle of the lake. i crash face first in the water.

i remember seeing my mom, standing on the dock, dying from laughter.
FRANA, 26, usa