Female.
One that I can pinpoint to just under 18 months. My parents were driving across country, and we visited my grandmother. I was sitting on the floor, and I remember Grandma’s husband reaching down to pick me up. He died before the family saw him again. That memory is more like a slow motion or stop-motion movie.
My next memory was riding on my Dad’s shoulders at the King Dome, going to a baseball game. Estimated age two and a half. It was the first time I remember recognizing my reflection as me.
First traumatic memory was when I tripped on a root in the woods near our house just before my third birthday and ripped my lip one one side about an inch into my cheek. I clearly remember falling towards the ground (again, slow-motion), and having to be held down in the emergency room while I howled and they put in the stitches. And the two orange popcicles they gave me to calm me down afterward.