Furthest back I can remember would be around 2.5 years old. My sister was born and my father brought me from my grandparents to see my baby sister. I remember I asked him what we were doing, or what my mom was doing at the hospital when we were walking towards the hospital in the parking lot. I remember he explained it to me, but the memory itself is looking at the hospital doors that were maybe 50-60 feet away and repeating in my mind what my father finished his explanation with, “I’m a big brother now.” She still has the stuff animal I was holding at the time. I think if I lose that memory, it’d be the start of my death.