What is Your First Memory in Your Life?

Mine is my mother slitting her wrists and making me watch. She was sitting on a widow seat and the sun was hitting her. It was very bright, and warm. The blood was very red and I could see her skin part with each cut,so smoothly. I could see the line between skin and muscle and it made me sick. I kept watching it drip down her arm and thinking "drip drip drop".I don't know how old I was, 2-3. It's kind of distorted by time.