I’m not sure if I remember this memory due to watching old family films or what, but I remember when I lived in Montana, coming down the stairs and peeking down into to living room on Christmas morning with my older brother. I think I was around 2 or 3 years old?
I also remember riding on my bouncy horse wildly while looking out at the snow-covered mountains.
Another early memory is in Brazil when I was about 3 or 4 years old. A cousin was carrying me around the kitchen, it was a small galley-type kitchen. I wanted milk. She gave me some from a cardboard carton that was in a cupboard. It was rather warm. I asked for cold milk, so she put icecubes in my glass. I thought it was so weird to have ice cubes in my glass of milk! I suppose that’s why it’s stuck in my memory.