I love this thread.

I remember being really upset about it and my dad telling me when I grew up the Pony would know were I live and come and find me and be my own real life Pony I would have been 2yrs old
That is adorable. What a dad!

My earliest is dad holding me over a pond looking at the ducks. One of my first words was 'quack'.
Great first word, quite a difficult one for a little tyke too.

I remember our first family holiday, but only snippets - a caravan on the beach. It had a bead curtin across the front door. There was a donkey in the lot next to us that used to bray loudly during my afternoon nap. That's it! Apparently I was 18 months old.

Next one after that was about 3, my first boyfriend at creche. His name was Andrew and we bonded over a bear