The first time I remember performing, it was on top of my family's coffee table with my back turned to my aunts, uncles, cousins or any one else who'd take time to listen to my renditions of "Coat of Many Colors" and "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". Occasionally, I'd do a big finale with "My Way". They weren't allowed to clap, or I'd cry. I thought clapping was only something you did when someone did a really bad job, but you still wanted to be nice. (Apparently it turns out I was wrong! That's good to know.) Now the first time my parents remember me performing, it was most likely as soon as I could form sentences. I can't remember that far back.