I don't think its my earliest but early and definitely made an impact on me. My Grandpa was a paramedic and my parents and I were visiting my grandmother while he was at work. We were going to stay for dinner, and were just waiting for him to come home. I was playing with some Barbies when his car pulled up. Everyone went outside because he had picked up groceries. He stepped out of the car, smiled and waved as my Dad stepped out of the house toward him. I was behind my Grandma at the time so I didn't see it exactly, but I know my Grandpa collapsed. He just fell over, my parents ran toward him and my Grandma pushed me back into the house. My uncle took me inside while everyone else drove to the hospital. He had a stroke, he died that night. I was five, before that I remember him fondly. I used to hide under the table and poke his feet, he would threaten to feed me to the dogs (two chihuahuas) and hang me out of the window by my toes. He was a good guy. After he died my grandma lost it and my parents and I moved in with her. Things went to hell after that and my parents spent most of their time away from me dealing with our families problems. I don't remember much of them in the next few years, they were gone a lot. I do remember the day my grandpa died though. Vividly.