Mom offered her coffee or some springish libation like iced tea, and they sat on the sofa and chatted. I sat very still, under the piano, in my hiding corner, as quiet as a mouse. Soon mom called out, "Judy, where are you? Come and meet Mrs. _______". I said nothing, and she resumed chatting, all the while wondering where I had gone. Soon, her curiosity got the better of her, and she got up to find me. It didn't take long, as she knew that was my hiding place, my special, little girl's fort. She coaxed and coaxed and I wouldn't budge. I have no idea why, but I was not about to come out and meet that woman. She finally made apologies for me, and the woman left. I crawled out from under the piano, happy to have my mom all to myself again.
That truly is the earliest memory that I have. What is yours?