The first memories you have are some of the most important ones in your life. They don't show you what the rest of your life should be, rather where you came from. Or at least they should.

The first memories to come to mind for me are snowy days, a warm smile and tender touch, my mother holding me before I drifted off into sleep. Those are the first memories that come to the forefront of my mind when I think about them. 

My first sounds are a little more blurry, but still there, hidden in my mind.

Laughter as I'm tickled before bed, squeals of joy as I ride down the snowy hills, the sound of my name on my mother's tongue, lullabies drifting over my head, wood crackling in the fireplace as I listen to tales filled with legendary heroes. These are the moments that, didn't define me, but instead showed me what my world was as a child.

Like I said, they show you where you came from.

Or at least they should.