My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.

My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.

My earliest memories of country music are the Grand Ole Opry.

I'm a child of the Civil Rights Movement.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.