Well, I was just a kid, and she really had to go to work, and I really had to learn to be on my own, for a change
All the kids went through this, and I wasn't much of a special kid, so I needn't special treatment. Of course I cried, I was scared, but it was ok after all.
It's interesting that my first memory is mostly visual and pretty much detailed [and I really tried to remember something that happened before that, but it's just very blurry, and I can't put the elements in a certain order, and my mother couldn't remember either]. Your memory is a smell [if not the green door of the nursery]. I can't recall any smells, not even in my dreams. My dreams seem to have no sound, no smell, sometimes, they have a slight sense of touch, and they are mostly visual and dynamic.