My Earliest Memory

In my earliest memory, I was in a stroller. It was green. There were plastic toys hanging in front of me. My sister, older by a year, was pushing it but I remember feeling the presence of someone older watching over both of us. Years later, I would question this memory. I realized one day that there is a framed picture of me in a green stroller, with my sister holding the handle. We were both looking at the camera. I don't know now if I really kept that memory or if my imagination supplied the scene based on the photo.