My first memories are all from the same place, so I'm unsure as to when they actually happened, but they all took place between my birth and the age of 6. The first one that popped up in my head was when Santa came to visit. He rang the doorbell and my parents invited my younger brother and I to see who it was. He gave us some candy canes and mom took some pictures. The pictures have really helped preserve that memory. There is another one swimming around in my head, but I don't know if I can really call it a memory. I think I had a dream about it when I was very young and that is what stuck with me. The memory is of my grandfather (from my dad's side) holding and playing with me. He passed away not too long after I came into the world. My grandma always told me how he would literally sneak out of the house to come over and play. That just warms my heart!