Well, Infantile amnesia or not, I have several very specific memories, one from about age 2 of standing at the top of the basement stairs and looking down into the dark. When I was in my thirties, maybe, I finally asked my mom about my thing with stairs — I have to have my hand on something or my body gives a jerk as if I’m falling. She said, “Oh my, I haven’t thought about that in years. When you were about 2, you fell down the basement stairs and knocked yourself out. Scared us half to death.” She’d never told me. But I guess it scared me too. 😃 I also have several very clear, detailed memories from age four — an emergency appendectomy.