Oh go on, I'll share it with GD - why not. My earliest memory is one of my most disturbing - maybe that's why it's etched in there? When I was just getting mobile - could even have been before I turned 2, I used to climb out of my cot and get into bed between mum and dad. I have a vivid memory of just one instance of that. Was getting into their bed at the foot end, working my way up under the covers, noticed a hairy thing, briefly hesitated, continued, the end. Yes, the hairy thing was of course MY MUM'S FANNY. Nooooooooooooo!!! Aaarrrgh why in god's name do I remember that!!!

I mean I don't remember eating her boobs at all, thank god - I guess it must be pretty well evolved into us to thoroughly forget that sort of business, so damnit why do I remember this!?
After that I have plenty of fairly detailed memory of the first house we lived in which we left before I turned 4 - what the lounge was like, layout of my/my brother's bedroom, stuff we did (jumping from his bed to my bed), playing with a small space lego set, one Christmas playing outside where I ran over my brother's new plastic cricket wickets in my pedal car

, etc etc