I think the earliest was when I had grabbed a razor blade and cut my middle finger open on my right hand. I think i passed out from blood loss because after seeing all this blood gush out I don't remember anything. Dad told me he was off work that day and had rushed me to the ER while a rag was tried to my finger to keep it from bleeding.
Mom had left the blade out and I picked it up because it was shiny.
I still have the scar. Needed stitches and a metal cover over it. It can be seen in some home videos of me.
I also remember the time mom would dye my hair (I was only like 2 or 3) and one time she got POed at me and shoved my face under the water and wouldn't let me up until I almost drowned. I was afraid for years after to put my head underwater (my grandma said I screamed bloody murder when I got my hair washed in the sink) until the lady at YMCA who taught me to swim worked with me one on one and I slowly got over it. (I still need a noseplug, though.)
Other memories.... getting a blister on the bottom of my foot.... The house being so full of trash and newspapers you could walk from one end to the other without touching the floor (mom being a pack rat due to schizophrenia caused that), getting pinched all the time by this one boy in kindergarten... And i guess a few others.
I only seem to remember bad memories. Since having pneumonia one summer back when I was 12 or 13, my memory hasn't been so well (I had a temp of 104 or 106 and was rushed to the ER so they could bring it down) and I have a hard time remembering things, so i always have to write everything down now. And I lost a lot of older memories, too, except for the real bad ones. I forget people I don't see in a year or so unless they really impacted my life, etc.
And no, I didn't have a very good mother.