The earliest memories I have are when I was two years old. I know because my uncle passed when I was two and I can remember laying in bed with him when he was sick. I also remember his funeral and my grandmother was holding crying and that made me cry. There's another memory I have of being very young and wanting to go work with my grandma but I couldn't and I watched her drive off in the window. My grandpa gave me a bottle or a cuppie or something to calm me down. And then I can remember ages 4 and up. I was 4 and a half almost 5 when my brother was born and I remember that clearly. It was nap time at day care and I had gotten in trouble and had to sleep on my cot separately from everyone else. My step father came to pick me up and I just ran up to him ready to leave ignoring the teachers. We went to see my brother and I remember thinking that he looked really big for an infant.