Mine it is not happy memory, I was about three years old I think and I was sat on the brown leather sofa in the living room of my home, this was about back mid nighties eighties where everything was brown and I had a white t-shirt with a picture of two strips on green and one yellow and sat with my little brother that is two years younger and yeah I remember my father holding my mother against the wall struggling her until she is almost dead and that it is my earliest memory, sitting there and not wondering or not realising what was going on. I can’t remember much now.