Eariest memory:  My father bring home a new contraption know as a hifi stereo.  Listening to the 1812 overture in stereo.  No other memory than how could hear each side firing their canons.  Next memory: always tiptoeing around the house as my father was always seeing patients.  My father did not believe in corporal punishment.  He left the punishing to my mother who was real real good at that! lol If he was mad at you then you ceased to exist.  He talked right through you as if you were not there.  This could gone on for two or more weeks.  For the longest time I wished he had belived in hitting!  He never laid a hand on you, in anger or in happiness.  He did not hug me until I forced him to when I was twenty and already married.   Not that he wasn't cruel.  I remember going outside to play catch and at first it was fun but soon he got bored and started throwing the balls harder and harder until in the end all you tried to do was not get hit.  I think I was five or six.  I played little league ball until I was out of grade school, I never remember him coming to any games ever.  None of my family did.  Now that I have coached I have to wonder at how I was perceived back then.  I had the same coach for several years, what must he have thought?  I didn't think it odd because that was all I knew so it was normal to me.