answer:I’m not sure which, exactly, is my earliest memory, but they all begin when I was 2. I remember being upset the night my baby cousin was being born because my parents wouldn’t let me visit the hospital when my uncle and cousins stopped by to get me and my sister. It was late at night, way beyond bedtime, and only one very dim light was on in the living room. I was excited, because I finally wasn’t the youngest anymore, and I wanted to see “the baby”. I also have a memory of a severe snowstorm, same place – also late at night – when my parents were out in the backyard trying to convince a cat to come inside, whose owner neglected it. I remember sitting on the couch and looking out the door while I was huddled in a blanket. Eventually my parents got the cat inside, which made me happy (I wanted to keep him anyway), but then he crapped on my mom and dad’s bed, which really pissed my dad off… I was also 2 then. I have lots and lots of memories from that age.