Oddly enough, I remember when I was about a year old, my cousin moving in with us at my parents house. My aunt had died several years before I was born, and she and her sister had lived with my uncle, but with five girls living in a 3 bedroom house, something had to give, so she moved in with us. I remember being in my parent's kitchen (two remodelings ago) and seeing her walk in the house. I don't know what signifigance that is, but it's still my earliest recollection. I hardly remember anything of the next four years that she lived with us (and practically raised me while my mom worked) but I still recall that vividly. How strange...