A few years ago, my mom gave me a box of stuff that had been in her house for decades — stuff I hadn’t even realized she had. I opened it up and discovered such things as my baby book, notes to my parents congratulating them on their first child, baby portraits, and other things that happened during my early years, of which I have absolutely no memory whatsoever. I really enjoyed this glimpse into my far, far past.
Today’s writing prompt is to take out your own box of baby stuff, if you have one. If you don’t, imagine it: What’s inside? What parts of your life might be contained there that you can’t possibly remember? Whether you’re writing from your own POV or that of one of your characters, take this exercise as far as you can go, from the unborn person to the person of today.