I can remember a looot of things from when I was very little, mostly because I either got hurt in them or embarassed like hell. The earliest one I can remember was when I was 2 or 3, and my mom dressed me in some poofy snowsuit and took me outside. She walked down the driveway to check the mail, and I attempted to chase her, but ended up slipping on some ice, and slapping my forehead on the concrete. Split my head open, still have a bit of a 'goose egg' from it.