My earliest memory was when I was very young and my father was dying of pneumonia and in a coma for a few months. I got passed around from relative to relative, separated from my closest sister and also my mother, who was staying with my father as much as she could. No one but my mother thought he would live, and all of the doctors and our relatives where advising her to let them take him off the machines so he could die. I remember bits and pieces and colors... mostly colors of this time. My dad, in my mind and in my dreams, was a deep deep indigo color like the night sky, or dark water (I have synesthesia). I couldn't really understand all of what was going on, but I kept asking for my daddy to come back, and be my indigo, and thankfully, he did. I guess that's not a very normal first memory, especially since the major thing I remember, over and over again in my head, is that color. So... my first memory is indigo.