My Earliest Memory

The earliest thing I remember (I think- a lot of my early memories are jumbled up) is what I fondly call the Y Road. When my family lived in Wisconsin, I was only one or two but I have a few vague memories of the place. My mom would bike with me in Wisconsin dow, you guessed it, the Y Road. I... don't remember much about this. On another note, our Wisconsin house was definitely haunted because there was a ghost lady that lived on the stair landing and an evil something-or-other in the playroom.