I remember being 2 y/o.
I lived with my mom in an apartment. I was playing with cards and eating cereal. I spilled the cereal but I didn't get in trouble. My mom adored me.
I remember how the apartment was laid out and a few other random memories of that time.
I have other memories of being young. Maybe 5 or 6 y/o. I was in gymnastics and the little white devil told me I was a slave when I was a baby. I had no idea what she was talking about but it didn't stop me from biting her and pushing her off the balance beam.
I don't remember this but my parents love to remind of this. I had a dog when I was younger. Some boys from school threw rocks at her and made her head bleed. I caught both of those nikkas alone at school and beat the brakes off of them.
I kinda remember this too. A boy slapped the shyt outta my neighbor. Technically she hit him first because he kicked a cat. Anyway my dad caught me trying to plot with her to fukk him up. I said "We should kick his fukking ass." I was maybe 5 y/o.
Damn I've always been about that life. Both my parents are pretty non-violent too. So I didn't even learn it from them. My step dad taught me how to fight really young. It probably came from that but idk I feel like I was just born that way.