when i was two years old i found a pear growing on the apple tree in my mum's garden. i ran inside to tell her and she didn't believe me, but came out and found that it was there. a pear tree had intertwined with the apples and there was indeed a fruit growing among them.
its barely there as a memory, only a flash of uncertain image looking out from home into the street and another of a pear.
had my mum not reminded me it probably would have faded away quite soon. that makes me quite sad. i have a lot of vague and disconnected memories of childhood but nothing coherent, that frightens me more as i age