First Memory

    When I hear this song, a memory pops into my head that I think I made up.
    I feel a hard floor under my feet and I don't see, but I know that my mom
    is in the kitchen sining along. The living room is a large rectangular space 
    with the kitchen in the back. I know that my bedroom is up those stairs and 
    the door is huge. But, I haven't been in this house since I was four and I 
    don't remember anything else from this place. 
    I think I made up this memory from descriptions I heard about our house in Peru.