If we're talking really young - I have a small shadow of a memory of being in some old room, I remember all colors of orange and brown, as if it hadn't been redecorated since the 1970's. There's an old man smiling down at me but I don't.remember.what hs looks like. I have no idea where that was or how old I was.

Another memory -- old enough to talk a little bit. I had this toy that I really really liked, probably ny favorite toy. It wasn't anyting special - a small wooden red and blue bird figure mounted on a stick that ewas about the size of a straw. I was leaning over the stairs and I dropped it because I thought dropping things from high up looked really cool. My babysitter said, "oop, it fell down the stairs! The big bad wolf is gonna get it!" I saw exactly where it fell and raced downstairs to pick it up, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs it was gone. I was so upset and confused. I still remember that birdy.

I have a memory of when I was older, still a child, having some sort of nightmare/night terror of some freaky faces and people in the bedroom. Slept in my parents room that night. I remember looking up and seeing some floating head that looked almost exactly like Darth Maul laughing silently at me. This couldn't have been around the time that the Phantom Menace came out though...

Anyways, my #1 unexplained memory is when I was older and in college. During my party years I got in a little too far with the lifestyle, and a couple years there are a complete blur so again I'm not sure how old I was. I don't remember much about any of this.... I don't know how old I was, where I was, I don't remember if there was anyone I even knew at the party, nothing. I just have this one random flashback of being in some hallway/narrow room, possibly a kitchen area. Some dude comes out of a door to my left holding a bag. He yells out, "Who pooped in my room?!" I was curious so I went over to him. "What?" He opened the bag under my nose, and sure enough, he was holding a Ziploc baggy full of poop. I think I told him it wasn't me. He believed me and went out to the rest of the house yelling about who pooped in his room. No idea about any of that.