I was two years old when we moved from Texas to Fairbanks, Alaska. My father was military, so this was the first of many moves. My dad went up to Alaska to get housing, and things settled for my mom and I to come up in a month. When my mom and I left San Antonio, Texas, it was a balmy 82 degrees, when we landed in Fairbanks, it was minus 20, a big shock, and the airlines had lost our luggage, it went missing for almost two weeks.
When we got to Fairbanks, my dad already had base housing set up for us, so we walked into our new ready-made government home. It was a long multi-plex, with four units, end to end. We lived on one end. It was so cold!!!! Well, as we settled in, winter did as well! Living on the end of the unit, our pipes froze. This is the earliest memory I have as a child at about 2 1/2 years old. I remember the fire department coming out and banging on the pipes, and CE coming as well, trying to heat the pipes to thaw them. I remember the old foil wrap being replaced on the pipes, the kind that back in the day was full of asbestos. It took a day and a half to thaw the pipes, and wrap them adequately enough for them to remain unthawed.
Not too long ago, we (my parents and I), were going through some old pictures, and I retold this story to them in such vivid detail that my mom looked stunned. I described the basement being so cold, and the constant banging on the pipes, the firefighters, and the extremely cold weather and whipping winds. My parents were shocked, because I remembered details they did not recall, until I retold the story of my memory.
This is episodic memory, and episode in my earlier years that has stuck with my very vividly.