My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.
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My earliest memory was going to my grandma's house, milking the cows, and collecting the eggs from the chickens.
I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.
My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.
Fencing and shooting kind of came naturally. From the start, I knew that I had it in me.
I don't really have childhood-type memories. I had to grow up very young.
My childhood memories include a time when the government confiscated my family's possessions and exiled us to a camp in the B.C. Interior, just because my grandparents were from Japan.
My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.
My earliest childhood memory is watching the sunlight through a jar of amber full of wasps.
One of my earliest memories is of bashing the keyboard with my hands, my chubby little baby hands, and I remember the sound hitting my face. It became my toy.
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.