I remember, at the age of 9 months, two events.
The first event was moving from 110th street in Manhattan to the Bronx and my mother wheeling me while I lay in the carriage, face up. I noticed the park benches hadn't had the wood rails in place yet, just the concrete stands.
The second event was being held by my mother while she watched Walt Disney's Fantasia. These events were verified by my mother, much to her surprise, when I spoke of them when I was 20 years old. I am now 63.