Wow, that is very interesting! I can't top that, but once did describe to my extremely cynical mother that I remembered being a small baby, and she of course scoffed. She had stayed home to care for me and my sibs, and dad took the only car to work, so I would only have been carried to a few locations as an infant. I told her I recalled lying in a crib next to a brown wallpaper with pink elephants and stripes on it, but I had no memory of our house or my aunts' or grandma's having such a room. She looked rather gobsmacked, and said it was the church nursery.
Thank you for sharing that! It is indeed just as cool as my experience! :)