My oldest memory would be when I was probably three years old and my family and I were getting ready to leave. I went up to my mom and hold my arms up for her to pick me up, and she said "No, you can walk." I then went over to my dad and did the same thing and he picked me up. I remember thinking...

The oldest memory I have is going outside. We had a black lab named Joshua, and Joshua was a black lab puppy. I don't know if you know anything about black lab but that mean they have a fair amount of energy, and I was his playmate...

I think my oldest memory is being on my big wheels in the early/late 70s, in my pijamas, driving around on the floor in the basement.

Growing up, we had to be maybe three or four, I had an older sister who was three years older. She would play school for my brother and I, so we would set up the room, get a small board and she would teach us arithmetic...

I think the oldest memory I can recall was probably when I was four or five, and on Sundays, after Church my mom would lowed-up our white little old van with the cooler full of Capri-sun and Gushers, all the unhealthy snacks like that, and me and my two siblings would just drive to Lake Michigan...

I was about four, three or four years old, somewhere around there, and my father was a pilot in the Navy...

1984, I was four years old, almost probably five. Def Leppard, Pour Some Sugar On Me had just come out on the radio and we were home alone with my older brother, and I remember him just blasting that song and jumping up and down on the water bed, and I had eaten too much...