It is between two memories for me. My mother doesnt believe I remember any of it and that someone like my older siblings had told me about it, but I remember things like the height's of objects relative to me and certain colors.
The first one is when my mother and father were having an arguement/fight over something or the other and (apparently I talked alot at an early age), I remember tottering into the room with wooden floors and the the floor was so close to me. How close the floor was and color of it was what sticks out most in the memory. And my father says to my mother "Youre lying!" or something to that affect, so I reply with "My mom is not a liar, you are" I didnt even know what was going on but of that I was sure with a toddler's certainty. My dad walked over and pushed me in the head so I fell over and another fight started between them about me. But honestly dont blame my dad, it was disrespectful and a lesson I think I needed to learn early, also it was a gentle rebuke I think.
My second memory is of my mom making fried chicken in a pan, and the stove was to high up for me to see exactly how she was doing it cause I was an over-active child and it smelled incredible. So naturally, like any sane child would do, I grabbed the handle and pulled it down to get a better look.
Now all i remember is some hot oil getting in my eye, but my mother told me before that it was a major part of my face that got messed up from the oil. She said I was almost 4 at the time. Of the pleothra of things i'm grateful for, it is that I wasnt permenantly scarred from it. I saw kindergarden photos of me looking completely normal.
There are a few other memories around that age but the former feels like my first because of how close the floor was, that it took up like all my vision almost. And they all involve pain, probably something to be drawn from that for myself or in general of how you/I remember the negatives much more than the positives. Idk if its part of the human condition or just me though, but I think its more than just me when I see people who bemoan their lives as a matter of conversation.
So what's your earliest memory? Those are pretty personal memories to me, so please don't be shy. Maybe it was when you wet your bed at a friends house ?