First memory

I was quite the quiet one when I was a baby, at least from my mother's point of view. The only memory of my early life was of an eerie apartment, one which I still have a clear memory of to this day. When we entered, everything seemed that of an 90s theme. The air too felt like something from the happy days of the 90s. Music was playing in the background, from a large contraption with big speakers, like a jukebox. That of the 90s. I faintly remember my parents dancing to it. They looked happy together. I don't know if it was a dream, or reality.