I don’t remember much, but I was sure it was in a house I didn’t recognize. I just remember a silhouette of what looks like a skinnier version of my dad, standing by glass-paned doors facing a small outside area. Outside the doors I see moving figures I make out to be dogs. They looked to me like Dobermans.
I don’t remember the rest of the house. I don’t remember the dogs at all. All I have are these misty images. Hazy silhouettes and shadows, and not much more.
I thought it was an old dream.
I told my mom about this and she was shocked at what was apparently a recollection of our old house in Rizal and, she said, our old dogs.
I didn’t even know til then that we ever lived in Rizal!
That must have been little less than 20 years ago.
And that is, quite literally, the furthest back that I can remember. My earliest memory, reduced to shadows.