My earliest memory is from somewhere between the ages of two and a half and three. I can vividly remember a poster that was hung on the wall of my families home at the time. My dad being an avid jazz fan, it was a poster of a pretty enormous yellow tuba. I can also remember the layout of the apartment. Nothing about the memory or the circumstance is too memorable, but I probably saw the poster repeatedly leading to a vivid recollection of it. Also, the shocking color probably helped. I can't say that I remember enough about my personality then to compare it to my personality now. However, I suspect that I am not very similar to how I was then. I can say with certainty that I throw tantrums less often and am less interested in fire engines and police cars than I was back then.
