I remember stuff that I was to young to viable be able to remember.
Same! My earliest memory is a man, who wasn’t my Father, coming to the house and giving my Mother a letter. After reading she hid it inside a flower pot underneath a fake plant. It happened in 1973 when I was just about 12 months old. I know the year because I talked to my Mom about it a few years ago and after she got over her shock she told me when it happened.
Yes my Mom was a serial cheater and yes my first memory of life is her getting a love letter from one of her lovers. 👌
Unlikely. The upside of being socially inept though is that I have more time and headspace for important things…like knowing the difference between a Country and a Continent.