Hmmm… my earliest childhood memory. This is a tough one.
Well, I’d have to say it was on vacation on the Vineyard. My great aunt, or great great aunt (not sure of the exact relation) owned a house there. And I remember being there on vacation with my family and running to go outside, and slipping on the porch stairs – only about 4 or 5 of them – and falling down them on my butt and back. I remember laying at the bottom feeling like I couldn’t breathe – the wind was knocked out of me. I don’t remember how old I was exactly.
I have other memories that may be older, from an earlier time than this one, but this is a prominent memory.
I also remember being really young, and at my grandparent’s house, and my uncle was throwing me up in the air and catching me. Not sure how old I was then either.
Or perhaps spending the night at my grandparents house with my brother. And being scared at night in their den, even with the night lights.