Your earliest memory.
I have a terrible memory. But I guess my earliest was when I went to Philippines with my father for the first time. I celebrated my 4th birthday there at a restaurant called Cindy’s (think McDonald’s). All my relatives gave me dolls, but I turned them down and wanted trucks and guns. I think later in that trip, my cousin and I got toy machine guns. We were pretty badass.
I don’t know where that gun is now. I don’t think I was allowed to take it on the plane back to America.