My earliest memory happened when I was 4 years old in my old house. I remember being naked and wet after my mom bathed me. She was being playful with me and put me in a laundry basket and my older brother was there. I can't really remember what happened next but we all laughed and were happy at something. I can't think of any reason why this particular memory is special since my family has always been cheerful and happy. Obviously my personality changed a lot since then because I have seen the world and experience new things. However, the part of me that is playful will probably stick. I can relate myself to that child since we both are pretty much still the same person.
My earliest memory is something that wasn't a particularly interesting or significant event in my life, just like a day-to-day occurrence that I just happen to remember as well. It's interesting to think that something seemingly so ordinary was able to last throughout the years in our memories and that's what we remember today.
