My very first memory of flowers is sitting in our backyard in Pleasanton CA, playing with the snapdragons growing in the border of the backyard.  I was about 4 years old. I was fascinated by the blooms on the snapdragon stem opening and closing when you pinch them.  Snapdragons (or Antirrhinums) are so named because the blooms look like the face of a little dragon that opens and closes its mouth when pinched.

What is your first floral memory?