I have three memories from early childhood. I've been told that the first one is impossible because babies don't have that part of the brain switched on at that age, but I remember it nonetheless (35 years have passed, so exactly what I remember and what I
think I remember might be clouded.
I remember being put in the car by my parents at 9 days old, right when they adopted me. I only remember it was cold and bright, and I remember the dome light of the car. I told my parents that I remembered it lightly snowing, and I knew I was being put in the back seat. They were a little freaked, because the memories were apparently accurate. Who knows, maybe I'm an old soul
The next one is about as exciting. I remember the carpet of the first house I lived in. Again, less than a year old.
The last one is my first really defined memory. I got a case of croup when I was 2 and had to go to the hospital and spend the night in an oxygen tent. I remember only thinking that the toys were lame, and I wanted to go home. Don't remember the illness, particularly.