My earliest memories sort of fudge together... not sure what came first.
1) ~3 years old. We had just moved to the states and I had this exact Dukes of Hazzard car. We were at our neighbor's apartment who lived on the floor below us, and I lost the car somewhere. Had everyone searching for it until we found it.
2) 4 years old. I remember us taking my sister home from the hospital after she was born. I remember the car ride home.
3) ~3 years old. My parents had a habit of saying they'd do something I'd ask, and then just blatantly not do it. Sort of a way to get me to shutup. So I returned the favor. They were sitting outside on the front steps and I was walking over to join them. They told me to leave the door open, so I said "ok" and then purposely proceeded to close it, locking us out of the apartment.