At age 13, sitting at the dinner table late one afternoon with my older sibling explaining socialism and subsuquently starting my journey to become a communist
Quite young, probably 7 or so. On a little gravel shore by a lake, my family were fishing, but I was too busy setting sticks as ladders up against a flat rockface, recreating the opening scene with the roman invasion of Astrix & Obelix in Britain
Crete, having walked way too far with my grandma, I was probably 9 or so, drinking out of an ice-filled bottle in probably 30C heat, getting ready to turn around and go back to the hotel
A specific angle from my first childhood bed, room only lit up by the glow of my lamp, I see my closet and a box of toys, probably one of my first core memories