What is your earliest childhood memory? I was in chat at about 3:00 AM today when conversation started to lag and someone asked, “What was your earliest childhood memory?” I knew mine right off. Mine is of a Sunday morning in 1969, I was about 3 years old. I wouldn’t finish my breakfast and we were going to be late for church. At that time we were attending my father’s family’s church; in Red Bank. It was a 40 minute drive and services were in the 2-3 hour range. My mom always packed a bottle for me in her purse to calm me when I got fidgety mid-service. Well she told me if I did not finish my breakfast she would not only, not bring a bottle to church, she would throw them all out. I did not finish my breakfast. She did not bring a bottle with her; and I screamed and cried so much in church, we had to leave. I was unconsolable. After that I decided that I would no longer drink milk unless it was served in a bottle. My mother is a woman of her word and all bottles had been thrown out. She took me to the doctor afraid my little body would shrivel up and die. The doctor said, “Give her chocolate, or strawberry milk, or maybe Ovaltine.” Nestlé’s Quik did the trick! I have not consumed a glass of white milk since that Sunday 38 years ago. So that is not only my earliest memory, but I think the first argument, I ever had with my mom J I called her this morning to ask if she remembered that day. She did. Mom and I often remember things differently. But on this we were quite clear. Our memories of that day are identical. We laughed about it. Side Note: The problem wasn’t as much the bottle as it was the fact I was so tall for my age. Mom has always been concerned about appearances. Also, my mom was a tad concerned I’d go to kindergarten in 2 years bottle packed in book bag. Apparently she had been trying to wean me from the bottle for over a year. She had stopped the 3:00 AM feedings . . . but my dad didn’t because he couldn’t stand to hear me cry in the middle of the night. Yes, at 3 years of age I was still drinking from a bottle and getting one in the middle of the night as well. Though I ate all manner of table food, all beverages had to be served in a bottle or I wouldn’t drink. :tongue: Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit spoiled. :biggrin1: Do you think this is the start of me being high maintenance? So, what is your earliest childhood memory?