When I was in first grade, my good teacher showed us how to make such a line design, which she told us was a pattern.
I did not know this was just one example of a pattern, but it sure was memorable for me. In retrospect it helped lay the groundwork for recognizing patterns of many kinds. I can see the classroom in my mind’s eye.
This represents the front of a car from a toddler’s eye view.
Somehow I had escaped and gotten into the street. After coming to a screeching halt, a scared-to-death man got out, and my father came running over, and carried me into their upstairs apartment. I remember lying on my bed after I had been punished. My feeling on looking back at this, is just matter-of fact. I simply have these visual memories.