My first memory was being very aware that I was sick and had chicken pox. I was 9 months old. I was on vacation with my family in upstate New York (Lake George, I believe), and we were staying in a cabin with another family.

I have lots of memories. The first one that always comes up is learning to walk. I have focused and clear memories starting from when I was crawling pretty well.

I was in a crib that was in a place we lived when I was very tiny. I think I wanted to stand up, but I hadn't gotten the drift yet of how to do that, so I was sitting in the crib.

I know that I remember things, but it just takes a lot for me to really think back. I know that I was with my dad when I was really young.

One of my earliest memories is in my crib, sleeping in my crib. I remember how, first thing in the morning, I would feel a warm beam of sunshine there.

In my earliest memory, I was so young I was not talking at all, and I don't remember walking. What I remember is being pulled in a little toy car at our home, the place on Hickory Street where I grew up.

My earliest memory is in my room. Deep in the forest where we lived during the first 4 years of my life, my dad moved an A-frame house from another part of the lot and built an addition for me on the side.

My earliest memory is sitting on the living-room floor of the house where I lived with my parents. I'm in a diaper and nothing else, and I'm kind of moving on the floor, not really crawling, but kind of "getting there."

I was very young. I was in a room and saw my grandfather (I found out this part later) sitting in a chair. I remember thinking, "Gee, he looks like a nice person to be with."

I remember a time when I was about 7 months old. I wasn't walking yet. It was summer, because I was just in a diaper. I was crawling on the floor. It was hot, and the front door was open so there was a breeze coming through.

In my first memory, I was a babe-in-arms. I must have been 4 or 5 months old, because I was at that age when I couldn't roll over, so I could be put on a bed and expected not to roll off. My parents were visiting some friends and they took me with them.

I remember when they took a portrait picture of me when I was not yet a year old (in 1908 or 1909). I am sitting because I couldn't stand yet. In the picture, I was in a chair with a little stuffed animal in my hand.

My earliest memory is as an infant, probably a year or less, and being in my mother's arms in a rocking chair in a room with cabbage roses on the walls, in a room with cabbage-rose wallpaper.

The earliest memory I have was from when I was less than 2 months old. I remember I was in my crib, although I don't remember it as a crib because I didn't have that concept yet, but I was lying in there, and there was an animal with me.

I have a distinct recollection of language and learning it. I must have been breast feeding, although I was so tiny I didn't have any idea of what it was, but I must have been too aggressive or something, because my mom slapped me.

My earliest memory is a strange, recurring dream that I think is probably a birth memory. I think I've had it for years, for forever, it's just been so much a part of me.

I have a lot of memories of before I was 3 years old and a few from when I was real tiny. The very first memory I have I must have been weeks old at most because I couldn't see.

I think my earliest memory is from when I was so young I couldn’t even roll over by myself. I remember lying on my back and looking up at my aunt, at least I think it was her. She was looking down at me with such joy.

One of my early memories was from before I could walk, and I certainly couldn’t talk.

My earliest memory is my mother pushing me in a stroller up the street. It was daytime, and I can remember coming out of our yard and crossing the junction of Hawthorne and Airport Road and going up the street.