My Very First Memory

That is a hard prompt to answer. Mainly because I have blocked so much of my childhood from my mind. My parents didn't mean to be such terrible parents, or at least I hope that they didn't. My mother was bipolar, and couldn't deal with much of anything. My father was a pedafile who is now in jail. I am proud to say that I put him there. My mother died in 2001 from a stomach virus that was helped along with too much morphine in her system. Did my dad have something to do with that? I think so.
My best memories are of my grandparents. They were the stability of my childhood. Without them I would be some criminal or a drug addict or exotic dancer or worse. Boy this is a bummer prompt!