My earliest memory is of my little sister having a seizure. She was just a few months old, and I had recently turned 3. It was late at night and most lights were off throughout the house. I was sitting on my little futon in the corner of the living room floor, which is where I normally slept (it was a small house, and I didn't have my own room).

I can still picture my point-of-view from my spot on the floor as my parents rushed around the house in their panic. I remember my mom crying uncontrollably, and when my grandma arrived to babysit me while my parents were away at the hospital, I can remember how long she held my mom in the middle of the room as my mom sobbed into her shoulder.

Everything turned out fine, and my sister grew up perfectly healthy. But that was a lot to take in at the time, and probably why it's the earliest thing burned into my memory.