When I was a toddler, I fell ill with diphtheritic croup and was taken to an isolation unit. One of my earliest memories is of being on my own in a tent surrounded by steaming kettles.
One of my earliest memories was of seeing horse-drawn buggies with little Amish children peering out at me from the back, their legs dangling as they jabbered in Pennsylvania Dutch, sometimes pointing and giggling at my family following slowly behind them in our car.
My earliest memories are at the Blue Note here in New York or backstage at different theatres or different clubs, dressing rooms.
My love for dance music started when I was a child. Some of my earliest memories are hearing Trance music in the charts and later being heavily influenced by the eclectic tastes of my big brother, he quickly turned me into an avid Drum ‘n’ Bass head even though I was too young to rave.
My earliest memories are sitting on the beach at Blackpool, and I know that if I went back, it would be horrible. I know what Blackpool’s like – it’s nothing like I imagined it was as a child.
My earliest memories are of traveling from Jacksonville, Florida, to visit my uncle and his family in Tallahassee.
My two earliest memories – earning little buttons on our skates when we learned how to skate from one end of the ice to the other and when I first lifted the puck.
I still remember the day I had met Bijoya Boudi during the making of ‘Apur Sansar.’ The earliest memories I have of her are she doing up my hair and helping me to tie the sari. There are so many days when she would dress me up for the shoot.
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
Before I proposed to my now-wife, I was understandably nervous. My father suggested that I take stock of all of my experiences and relationships with women, from my earliest memories to present day, and see if I had learned anything that might inform my decision.
My earliest memories are when my father was the attorney general at the height of the Civil Rights Movement. We would go to visit him at the Justice Department and take the tunnel over to the FBI building and watch the sharpshooters at practice.
I joke that I came out of my mother with chopsticks in my hands. But one of my earliest memories is of my dad forcing me to learn to eat with chopsticks.
I find my earliest memories covering the anachronistic features of a previous incarnation. Clear recollections came to me of a distant life, a yogi amidst the Himalayan snows. These glimpses of the past, by some dimensionless link, also afforded me a glimpse of the future.
One of my earliest memories is my father telling me to behave because I’m about to meet and work with the greatest actor of all time. Then this old guy comes out and I was like, ‘Pfff, he doesn’t look anything like Luke Skywalker, I don’t know what my dad is trying to tell me here.’
My grandfather was a newspaper publisher and his paper had all the comics in NYC, so some of my earliest memories are of reading the family paper and heading straight for the comics insert.
Growing up, my earliest memories are listening to Sinatra Christmas albums.
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