What do I remember?

An old guy I know recently asked in his blog, "What do you remember? What is the earliest memory?" Apparently his kids have traumatized him and now he cannot remember anything from before he was in his early twenties. (Sorry Dad)

I posted some of this in the comments there, but I got to thinking and decided to not take up all the space on his blog, when I could be plagiarising myself and updating all my wonderful, loyal listeners here as well.

I remember a lot from when I was 5 to 8 or so. And these are what I believe are "real" memories. Not family legends that get told at every gathering and therefore become part of the collective memory, whether we actually remember them or not.*

• Yelling across the highway out my bedroom window at the grain elevators to hear an echo.
  
  
• Climbing the walls in the hallway by jamming myself in a narrow spot and climbing up like a star.
  
  
• Laying on the bottom bunk with my brother trying to make the top mattress pop off. Hmmm... that seems unlikely at 5 and 3, it must have been laying under the bottom bunk.
  
  
• Watching the first episode of The Cosby Show and calling Dad at work to tell him about it.
  
  
• Watching The Lone Ranger on some weird machine we rented from the movie rental place. The movie was in a big square plastic disk about the size of an LP case. The way I remember it, you put the edge of the case into the machine and it sucked out a laser disc of sorts, but you still had the case.
  
  
• Getting our first computer - a good old Commodore Vic20. My iPod Nano has 419,430 times the memory in 1/250th of the space. And yes, I did the math.
  
  
• Mom used to do something with Lysol to clean the house and determined that it must be toxic to kids and made us go outside while the smell was in the air. Now that I'm a parent, I think it may have just been to get us out of her hair so she could clean (and/or watch Another World).
  
  
• I apparently was bitten by the neighbours' German shepherd when I was about 6. I don't remember the event, but I do remember being at a friend's house that same afternoon, looking out the front window for the dog and Mom told me not to worry and that he was going to be "destroyed". Parenting Tip - Don't tell a 6 year-old that he has caused a dog to be destroyed. I was imagining something involving dynamite.
  
  
• Going to the principal's office in grade 1. Not because I was bad, but I think my teacher had the same idea as my mom - get me out of her hair for a while.
  
  She had given me a crossword puzzle to do and I was stuck on a few words, so she said, "Go see Dr. Garvie". He was actually teaching a grade 6 or 7 class and his secretary sent me in to see him. He took my half-done crossword puzzle, made an overhead and put it up on the screen and had his class help me finish it.
  
  
• I vividly remember sitting in a band class when I was 6, surrounded by 11 year-olds. I had a trumpet and the girl beside me was trying to get me to play the right notes.
  
  
• I remember my first Beavers "camp out". I must have been 5 or 6. We were in the "Combatives Room" at the local high school in our sleeping bags watching "The Littles" and eating raw hot dogs.
  
  
• I also remember the goal I scored in hockey. It was my third year and we were playing against Marengo. I happened to be out in front of the net and Quinn Uzelman passed the puck to me. Somehow I caught the pass and fired it into the net. We won the game, due in part to me, 13 - 0.
  

*Examples that only my family will get: The Mud Puddle Story, The Recess/Lunch Argument, The Baby Lion, etc.