My first memory is from when I was about three or four. My father woke me up by scratching me with his mustache while trying to give me a kiss on the cheek. He was on his way to his first day at his new job.
My first science fiction memory is of seeing Star Wars in the theater with my father. I vividly remember the large green riding-lizards, dew-backs, in the desert of Tatooine; and the escape from the trash compactor, Darth Vader, and the Death Star. I took my first steps into a larger world.