The "Earliest Memory Game"

I was tagged to do this from Fiery here.

THE RULES
1. Describe your earliest memory where the memory is clear enough to provide at least 3 details.
2. Give an estimate of your age at the time.
3. Tag some other bloggers with this thread.

Early memories. They are a bit of a minefield for me. But lets give it a shot.

I remember being in my living room with several giant people around and mom. I kept running around the room and back to mom. Mom kept telling me to get my hand out of my pants. I assume this is a really early memory based on the relative size of the adults, but I don't know how old I was. And it doesn't qualify as I don't remember details.

So, next I can remember sharing a bedroom with my brother. This was before we moved to the basement which was rented out at this time. What I remember about sharing a bedroom with my brother is laying there in my bed as quiet as I could be scared he would come over and hurt me if I was too loud. He was three years older than me. I don't remember him actually hurting me at any point but that is my earliest memory of sharing a room with him. I don't know the age here either. Though still pretty young. Still no good details.

I remember a young grade school memory. I went to a small grade school for christians. So I didn't have many classmates. There were like 9 or 10 other kids in the class. My hair was cut all through grade school by my dad who literally put a bowl over my head and cut my hair around it. He gave me and my brother one choice. Did we want our hair to cover our ears or not? We always chose to have it cover our ears. I don't know why as the old photos show that to be a hideous look. Though maybe we were worried about the safety of our ears. A possibility.

All the other kids in my grade school class liked to make fun of me to their delight. The most popular was to make fun of my hair. My hair is straight. It likes to stand up in the middle even if long. So the hair would kind of fan straight up with static electricity on the top of my head.

One of the kids decided to call me fern because of it. It stuck as a nickname for the next 6 or 7 years till I went to High School. I hated that nickname. This was in 1st or 2nd grade.

I try not to remember things from when I was young. The memories, even when they start out fun, do not remain that way when I dig a little deeper. Childhood sucked for me on many levels.

As for who I will tag... No one. I do not have many readers anyway and I would not inflict this assignment on any of them.