My first memory is actually a smell.

When I was one, my father was stationed in Iran. I don't remember anything other than a smell that reminds me of Iranian bread. Back in the states whenever (before all the emissions testing) a big truck would pass by there was a smell that always reminded me of the bread. My mother says it's probably the smell of sulfur since that's what they used to cook with. I don't remember what the bread actually looks or tastes like but that smell always reminds me of it.