What's your earliest memory?

Don't feel bad FOW it's an old thread and only a few posts on it so far - I must have missed it the first time round!
My first memories are of lying in my cot while my Mum brought a French girl (my Aunt's au pair) in to 'view' me. Must have been about 20 months old.... Obviously she must have told me in later years that the girl was French as I could hardly speak English at that time!

My earliest memory was my very first day at school, it was without doubt the scariest day of my life.

jadey can't you sleep?
I remember my first week at school. I was too scared to ask to go to the loo so peed on the spot and had to be trussed up in the Headmistress's sons pants fixed with a safety pin - oh the shame! He must have been at least 12 and I was 4. Wouldn't you think they would have had spare knickers for such occasions?

Oh the memories Gally, I too remember, aged 5, dying for loo but to shy to tell teacher, We were sitting in assembly for special announcement. Youngest at front, I suddenly peed myself and watched the puddle slowly spread backwards into the older children. The shame.

The earliest memory I had is that my father let me sit on his shoulders when I was two years old. At that age father did much things like this to accompany my grown up...

Probably about 3. I remember being in the back room of our house having tried using my mums lipstick and seeing ?the window cleaner looking at me though the window.
My Dad rescuing me when I tumbled into the swimming pool after leaning over the side to watch my mum who was clinging onto the rail. I still remember falling though the water.

i remember the first day when i was in kindergarden .my father took me to the school and had looking me to sit down,then he backed to home.but i hate the classroom ,the teacher and the book. i was crying and rushing out of the classroom,following my father all the way .yeah,he obviously found me !!!

I can still see it very clearly. I was standing outside our house with a lot of women while my younger sister was being delivered.
I was 3.

One of my earliest memories is of a friend telling me that we were at war with Germany , I didn't know what war was but everyone seemed so frightened that I ran home as quickly as I could and hid under the stairs of my home until my Mum coaxed me out.

I was about eighteen months old and my grandfather came in and put a white, furry toy dog in my cot. The poor dog ended up practically bald and minus one ear, but I think he is still packed away in a box somewhere. I could hardly throw him away after so many years.

I also remember being chased by a bantam cockerel when I was about two. It seemed the size of a turkey to me but apparently it was only a bantam.

I know we moved house when I was nearly 4 but I have lots of memories of our previous home. I can remember the layout and where I slept and being put in a single bed with new blankets when my little sister was put into the cot in the same room. I would have been just 2. Dad tucked me in and the blankets felt very heavy. I remember the silky lable on the blanket feeling cold on my face.
I'm not sure if photographs trigger some of the very early ones but I do remember sitting in my pram in the garden on a sunny day and reaching out for a butterfly. That must have been my earliest memory.
Lots of memories of the garden when I was very young. Handing DDad runner bean seeds from a tin for him to plant in a wooden seed tray and him digging in the veg garden.
I have no memory of my sister as a new born but do remember as a crawling baby and pushing her back down the stairs because she shouldn't have been there!
Many more memories of my baby brother who was born when I was 3 years 9m. We moved in with grandma and grandad for a few weeks and he was born there. I remember grandad holding the new baby for the first time and grandma laughing and saying 'There you are you've got your grandson, you've got one to carry your name!' He always was the blue eyed boy. Not that his four sisters were unloved but carrying on the name was important for them.
When we did go 'home' it was to a new house. I remember being very upset and crying because I was expecting to go back to the old place.