I believe it was the first day I had...consciousness I guess? The fully developed ability to remember? Whatever it was, I dreamt about a person (maybe me?) sleeping in my parents bed, cartoonishly naked (you know how bugs bunny will strip off his fur and have beige skin with little black marks all over to represent hair or whatever?) and dreaming about a cartoonishly naked person sleeping in my parents bed, who was dreaming of a cartoonishly naked...you get the idea. I woke up in my parents bed, pondered why the hell I had dreamt that (and vaguely wondered how I knew it was my parents bedroom when I had no specific memory of it), then walked out into the kitchen to find my mother washing dishes. I looked at her, thought "that's my mom" and, to confirm this theory (because I had slight doubts when I could not recall definitively who this woman was), said "good morning, mom." She replied "good morning, sweetie." And I stood there wondering how I instinctively knew she was my mother.
Then I think I wandered into the living room and was distracted by my brother playing Super Mario 64 or something Idk.
I was younger then 3 (3 years old was a milestone year for me since I could finally sign up for dance classes) but I'm not sure exactly how old I was.