Mine: August 1937. Age: 8 months. Occasion(s): Traveling in my family's car from North Dakota to Oregon. There were 7 other kids and 2 parents in the car.

It was hot, the laps were bony and hard and I got SO tired. They lifted me back and forth across the front seat.

One night we slept outside the car and my sister (who was 7 years old at the time) woke up alone in the car and started screaming and crying at finding us gone.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were earlier memories- but this is my first documented one. It is my belief that we ALL remember early days. My next clear one was at 11 months.