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We lived in a small starter home until I was four. I have several memories from that house, including at least one birthday and Christmas, as well as my mom's birthday, I think.
My earliest memory, or at least what I count as my earliest memory, is being pushed around the block in a stroller. I specifically remember being fascinated by the fact that the sidewalk stopped mid-block, just a grass path for maybe 10 yards before the pavement started again near the corner. It was a disruption of expectations. The sidewalk is infinite, the sidewalk is unbroken, the sidewalk is eternal, and somehow it isn't. I miss those days when every day brought something new and unfathomable to my little mind.
UPDATE:
Some possibly earlier memories:
Being potty trained.
Going to McDonalds and bringing the food home.
Watching my brother or neighbor play the NES port of Burger Time, the very first video game I can remember, either that or Super Mario Bros.
Sneaking out of my room to eat salt straight from the shaker.
Some social worker visiting the house and having me pick up colored plastic circles from the floor. I think it was a vision test.
Hiding behind the couch when Sesame Street came on.
I also have misty dream-like impressions of the zeitgeist of the 80s, songs, TV shows, technology, etc. I think that's why I like synthwave and cassette futurism. It reminds me of those foggy early memories. Every now and then I'll run across the name of a show or a description of some early home computer and be like "Oh yeah, that really did exist and wasn't just the product of my little baby brain."