My earliest memory is of a dream I had when I was 6 years old. Remember elements of the dream vividly, reaching for a ball in the dream and then waking up lying on the floor having fallen out of bed.
Other than that, I struggle to remember what I was doing yesterday.
My earliest memory is also a dream I had when I was probably about 5. Dream was the entire family went to a train station, and me and my dad got in a lift which was controlled by god.
The memory I replay on an almost daily basis I'm sad to say is my mother calling me to say my dad had died. Its funny really because that same day I saw his body, and also had to tell my sister (worst moment of my life), but the memory that really imprinted was the moment I found out, probably because it was so symbolic of how much life changed as a direct result.
Anyway, onto cheerier things, more about this Cheetah pissing on your mug Marky.