Independent games writer and reviewer. The earliest memory I own was of Scooby Doo, in pieces on the floor. The mystery-machine purple and the Shaggy-shirt green pieces of the cardboard puzzle lay on the brightly patterned carpet floor of our family home. I could hear the ocean and remember the smell of the seaside air through the large open doors to my left, opening into a blindingly bright world outside. The room was empty for a change; my large chaotic family were somewhere else at that moment. It is not much: a fragment, a piece – but an important piece that completes me. My first memory.
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