I have several from before I was 2.5, when my older brother died. Most are of him. I remember sitting in a washtub in my Grandmother's kitchen watching him jump across the room on one foot and wishing I could do that. I also remember him and his friends zipping me up in a tent in the backyard that I couldn't get out of and had to scream until my mother rescued me.
Unfortunately, I also remember sitting in the back of my grandmother's car hearing my Mother scream the day he died. I'm almost 50, I'll never forget it.