Depends on what you mean. The earliest thing I remember is my dad and I had both just had surgery. I was with him and my mom is there, along with doctors. I'm feeling a lot of love. I think I'm about 2 and a half, but the memory is more like a still snapshot. The context of the memory was explained to me much later.
The first real event I remember, I was 3. It was shortly after my leg was amputated and I was having my picture taken for the March of Dimes poster. I had posed (placing my open hands by my head) and my mom got mad (she had told me not too) but the photographer liked it and that was the picture they used.
Oh man, how pissed was he!
2 years, when my sister came home from the hospital
Three years. I was a kid playing in the streets.