e_mc has inspired me to share my first childhood memory. i'm actually surprised i'm not scarred for life! physically and emotionally. i was 3, and my parents and i were living in coalinga, which is the mid point between SF and LA (my dad worked for john harris, of harris ranch, you know, off of i-5 where all the smelly cows are??). my dad was a mechanic, and the garage was only about 100 yards from our house. on this memorable day, i decided i wanted to go visit my dad. so i got on my little tricycle and pedaled over to the garage, said hi to my dad who strapped 2 bottles of coke for me and my mom onto the back of my tricycle, and i proceeded to pedal back home. my mom could see me from the kitchen window, so all was safe...or so they thought! just then, mr. harris pulls up in his big truck and opens the door, and out jumps his two HUGE dogs, a st. bernard and a doberman. i kid you not, they both started running straight at me. i stopped pedalling and screamed bloody murder. little did i know they were very old dogs and had no teeth. they just wanted to play, and actually knocked me off my tricycle. my dad ran to my rescue, laughing, cuz apparently this was funny to him (he knew the dogs had no teeth). my mom came running out to join us and carried me home, bawling. so there it is, my first childhood memory. just great, isn't it? actually, i vaguely remember my first earthquake, just after we moved to coalinga from korea...but it's not quite as clear. so you'd think i'd be deathly afraid of dogs, but i actually absolutely adore them and can't wait to have a house with a yard so that i can have 1, 2 maybe... :)