I was wondering if anyone would like to share the first dream they can recall having had as a small child?

Mine was of a Victorian-dressed wolf knocking at the front door with a basket of wooden clothes pegs for sale. I was terrified & climbed onto the dining table where my mother was sewing; I could still see the wolf through the window, grinning at me - but my mohter just kept on at her sewing-machine. . . . I've never forgotten that wolf!