My earliest memory would have to be when I was about 3 years old. It was probably the ODDEST memory but it always comes back to me. All I can remember is that I was sitting in my parents’ trailer and I kept falling asleep. As I would fall asleep I kept falling in and out of the same dream, or rather the same nightmare. I was standing facing a fire breathing dragon that kept on intimidating me, scaring me, but as the fire came rushing to me, I’d wake up. And that was the end of it.
