When you think about your childhood, what is the very first memory that comes to mind?

I have very vivid memories of my childhood, but my favorite is the time I was in my room and I heard a noise outside. My mom had left a door open and I looked out the window to see her standing in the middle of the street, holding a broom, with a look of concentration on her face. She was trying to sweep the street. I don’t know if she was trying to sweep up something or if she was just sweeping the street for fun. I don’t think she noticed I was looking out the window.