I remember chasing chickens, tripping and falling down on a broken beer bottle. I still have the scar on my palm and thinking it was awfully unfair to happen on my second birthday.
Memory is a weird thing, I don't think I actually remember it but I remember remembering it and have made a point of keeping that incident for some reason.
Another time I was put in a crib at a dance (maybe at Campbell River) and after the dance we got on our 40' boat (the Wangaree, from New Zealand I think) and headed up Seymour Narrows back to camp. This was before Ripple Rock was blown up and it was a pretty scary ride for me, with the waves crashing hard into the boat and my brother had to go outside the boat to the prow to guide us through the fog. My dad was probably drunk and my mother was freaking. I got to love the sound of that motor chugging away that night.
http://www.vancouverislandabound.com/tamingof.htm
here's Ripple Rock blowing up, the largest non- nuclear explosion ever. Me and my sister got up early to watch this.