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

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

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

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

My earliest memories are sitting on the beach at Blackpool, and I know that if I went back, it would be horrible. I know what Blackpool's like - it's nothing like I imagined it was as a child.

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