Hm, I want to say the first memory I had, I was probably 2 going on 3 and it was of my parents arguing. Even then, I was trying to be the peacemaker of things and mediate. I remember coming out of my room with on of those toy microphones from the 90s and trying to talk over them, saying "stop fighting, stop fighting." They continued to argue until it was time for my mom to go to work, while my dad stayed at home and watched me.
My second memory that had to be around the same time (may I was 3 by then) was of having a nightmare at daycare/babysitters. I was looking for my mom and found her cut up into small cubes in the back of the car. It wasn't graphic or annything but the affect was all the same eeven if my 3 year old mind couldn't conjure up an accurate picture of what a disfigured/mangled body should look like. I remember I just woke up crying and just cried myself back to sleep.