Guy and Mrs. B,
It's better than cute. I think the faith of a child is something glorious to ponder. My first memory of life is lying in a crib completely at peace. No worry, no fear. I felt I was in a new place but my "real" home was very close. This remains very vivid in my memory. Over the years satan did his thing in my life but some glorious day I shall return home. I'm curious what the earliest recollection of life is for others. My sister doesn't remember anything before grade school.