I remember the first thing I ever baked. Brownies, from a box. I think I may have been 8 or so. My mom told me to get everything I needed for the brownies together and once I did that to have her check what I did. She came and looked to see that I had gathered everything, had the oven pre heating, pan greased. She told me to follow the directions then to call her before I put the brownies in the oven. I was so proud when I had mixed every thing and called her to have her watch me put MY brownies in the oven. As she looked at the brownies and the counter she gently asked me what I was planning on doing with the egg that was in the bowl. After scraping the brownies out of the pan, mixing in the egg pouring the batter back into the pan we were rewarded with very good brownies.
That was my first baking experience.
My mom died several years after that and never saw me become the person I am now but I think she would be proud.
Lesson here. If you have family recipes, write them down, pass them on. I have no family recipes and there are several things that my Mom made and several my Dad made and I would dearly love to have the recipes but they are lost.