The second memory I have is not a good one. I've had asthma all my life. At the same age, I had an asthma attack that landed me in the Emergency Room of our local hospital. Back then, it was called the Sisters of Mercy Hospital and it was run by Catholic Nuns. This would be back in the early 70's.
I remember a big opening and a lady dressed in a nuns outfit at the opening in this area.
I remember the floors: Brown and white checkered, with those threads in them. Yep, definitely looked like this, with a bit more brown in it:
I remember a gurney, with white bedding on it. I remember a really painful injection in my thigh. And that's all I remember.
Interesting on how both memories were based around extreme emotions. One happy, one stressful. As a matter of memories, I don't usually remember day to day stuff of when I was a kid. I claim that I've repressed them, but not really. It was mundane stuff.