My earliest memory. Hmmm.
I can't recall. One I would like to speak on is when I was younger, and my father was living, and I was able to call him up & talk to him, & tell him stories.
Stories, I would make up from the top of my head. Random. He would listen & laugh, an repeat a few lines I had said. It let me know he was actually playing attention.
I miss that. I miss him.