What’s the earliest memory you still remember clearly?

I remember being four years old and attempting to eat a crayon because I thought it looked delicious. Spoiler alert: it did not taste like grape. My mom found me with a colorful mouth and a very confused expression, and I think she still tells that story at family gatherings!
 
I have a few memories still etched in my mind: one is of beauty (my father's love), and the other is the worst stage of my life, when I was near death's door.

Love:
I still remember holding my father's hand and going for Friday Namaz with him. I was wearing a shirt and dhoti, and we prayed in a beautiful, large, thatched-hut mosque.

Near death:
It was at my neighbor's wedding party. Their home was decorated with colorful lights. I went near them, picked up one of the bulbs, and started singing like a rock star. Suddenly, someone threw me, and I was hurled about 10 feet away. After that, I lost consciousness, and I still can't remember how I woke up. I don't know what happened afterward.
 
Hits biggest Six in a Cricket Match, when the required run rate was 6 runs in One Ball :)

The moment we celebrated the small wins :confused:

Many memories stored in mind, but all those personal things interests me, but might bored for others..

So, shared the best that strikes at first..
 
When I was six years old, I saw one Jackie Chan movie and I tried one stunt of his, jumped from the first-floor stairs with a cycle, I rolled down and got a small Injury on my head. This is an unforgettable memory.
 
It was sometime in my 3's when I was still in a crib. I can remember climbing over the railings early in the morning, leaving my parent's room and going into the living room to watch TV.
 
I remember talking to my grandad when I was 3, just a couple of weeks before he died. I think that's the earliest one although these days I don't remember what I had for lunch yesterday.
 
I remember walking aimlessly on my own when my attention was caught by red tomatoes at a market. My mother told me they lost me when I was 2 years old, and I was found at the market. So I think that was my earliest memory.
 
When I was 5 years old, a classmate pushed me down and broke my jaw, and my teacher told me to hide the truth...
 
I remember when I was 9 years old, I was wearing beautiful clothes, but other people said that my clothes were ugly, so I never wore them again.
 
I remember being four years old and attempting to eat a crayon because I thought it looked delicious. Spoiler alert: it did not taste like grape. My mom found me with a colorful mouth and a very confused expression, and I think she still tells that story at family gatherings!
Steve, it doesnt work like that. You cannot just taste a crayon and fully expect it to be tasting like a grape.
 
Playing with toy cars on the floor when I was like 3 years old. Crazy how random little moments stick forever.
 
i was maybe 5 or 6 and my father got me a Power Wheels Big Foot truck. young me thought it was as real as the trucks i'd see on TV and at racing events. those trucks would hit dirt ramps and take to the sky to the roar of the crowd. so i say to myself "Yams, you can do it too, build a ramp and fly!" and so i did. i gathered the family around my shoddy ramp to watch my feat, and fly i did. unfortunately i flew right into the pavement, having flipped the damn thing. cut my head open nicely as i face-planted. as you see, there's not much in the way of protection for a dumb kid. fun times! :)

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