My earliest memory

My earliest memory was when our family camp was being built. I was about 2 years old. I remember my grandparents taking me swimming and their was a waterfall. I remember my grandmother was so tan. I was dressed in a red romper. My papa could swim like a fish. He swam under a ledge and held his breath for what seemed like forever.
I remember being praised for being so small and such a good swimmer. It was an early memory and it was a wonderful one too.