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I've met some people that had memories that stretched way back, in fact, my oldest daughter had memories back to when she was 18 months old.
My memories are nowhere as detailed and, as far as I can remember, my eariliest memory is from being 3 1/2 years old. My father had a burgundy coupe (don't recall at all what make, my vague memory makes it similar to a 1940's Ford Coupe that I once built from a model kit...) and we were driving through Farnham Drive (by East Rock) and I was in the back, standing, holding onto the back of the seat. Those were the days way before seat belts. I remember those times when I was driving with my father and he'd have to stop fast, he was stretch his right arm out to hold me back in the seat.
I have never had a good grasp of when past events occurred, every memory is fairly fluid in my mind, unless tied to an event, say, like President Kennedy's assassination, where every body knows the date. So the memories I have are brief flashes, sometimes with a rather hazy reality. For example, I remember being small and discussing with my mother how good a little boy I was. It had something to do with me sleeping through the night and I remember how, during this discussion, I envisioned the tile wall in the kitchen was a grid with a listing of which days I was good and which I wasn't. They were square icons with head of me in the dark, for when I was up and me in bed when I was good.
Those days I used to have a recurring nightmare, of which the memory is sketchy except that each time it occurred it seemed familiar. Darned if I can remember anything of it, just a vague recollection of a diagonal crossing of twisted rope.
The house I was raised in was on Cedar Hill Avenue (I grew up thinking that Ave was pronounced Avenue) was two stories where my grandfather (father's father) lived with his 2nd wife on the first floor and we rented and lived on the 2nd floor. That was the days before I-91 existed. When it came, it took most of the street away and left a mere two blocks which quickly declined. It might have been a coincidence, but I remember the slumlords moving in right after the highway came through. Most of the houses were two apartments with a large building almost across from us being the 'six family'--probably two apartments on each of three floors.