My earliest childhood memory was probably when I was about 3 and a half or 4 years old. My next door neighbor worked at volunteer fire dept. and I was was in love with fire trucks. I went to the station with my dad and neighbor and remember sitting in the truck and looking at parts of the station.
My trip did not have any extraordinary occurrences but I do remember that I was very excited from the moment they told me where I was going. My personality has slightly changed from that first trip and where I am now. I am not so jumpy and overly excited to see fire trucks but they can be interesting. I do remember that my neighbor gave me some key chain with Captain Morgan on it though (of course I had no clue who this captain was when I was that young).
