7 years old at some obscure amusement park in Brooklyn, NY. Ice cream in one hand, my mother holding the other hand, walking towards a ferris wheel with the sun setting beautifully.
I don't remember much due to a fucked up memory from drug abuse, but that one random part of my childhood is something I really cherish that I hope I never forget as I age. I'm just glad my parents were there for our family growing up, went from being dirt poor as a kid to finally somewhat decent middle class as an adult.