One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.

You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.

My earliest memories of country music are the Grand Ole Opry.

My earliest memories are of my father explaining to me the American Dream and how he expected me to do better than he did.

My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.