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Not unless I'm intentionally thinking about them.
However, I do have some difficulty differentiating between memories and dreams that I recall from my early childhood.
Here are three examples of memories I have from a very young age. One is confirmed real by my parents. One as far as I can tell is physically impossible so must be a dream. And the third I have no clue if it is real or a dream.
Shortly before my 3rd birthday, we moved. I remember getting bored while the moving truck was at our house so I rode my tricycle to the next door neighbors and hung out with the old lady and her dog until my mom realized I was missing and yelled at me for wandering off without telling her. (This one really happened)
We were at the mall to meet my dad for lunch at the food court. As we got onto the escalator, I remembered I was able to fly and flew through the mall (it was similar to swimming but in air instead of water). (Obviously this had to have been a dream but it feels just as real of a memory as the first one).
As long as I can remember, when we drove anywhere as a family, my spot was behind the driver's seat and my sister's spot was behind the passenger seat. I have a vivid memory/dream of it being reversed but my sister saying we should switch spots. My mom said ok and we switched to the standard positions. Nobody remembers this so it may have been a dream (and I would've been extremely young if it was real).
My first dreams and memories is from around 3 year old too. And yes, I too can only guess if it was real or dreams from context. Maybe a mix?
One cool thing is that I recently got one memory confirmed from a photograph I've never seen until now. 34-ish years later. Damn impressive what brains choose to remember sometimes.