My earliest memory goes back to when I was about five years old. I remember practicing on the piano before my family called me to dinner. At dinner it was me, my brother, and my mom and dad. My mom had to call me twice before I came over. By then my brother had already set the napkins down and told me to get the silverware.
There isn't anything about this memory that makes it particularly memorable. I think that my personality is somewhat the same. I have definitely matured a lot since then, but sometimes I am not as serious and more relaxed like in my memory.
