If you ask Zoey what her earliest memory is she will tell you it was when we lived in the city and there was an earthquake and I ran into her room and scooped her up, but this can't be true. Oh, I remember the earthquake, how Bryan and I looked at each other in the kitchen before one of us said "Big truck?" Then no, how we ran into Zoey's room and grabbed her from her crib beneath the large plate glass window. But she couldn't have remembered it. She was maybe 6 months old.