First Memory: Genre Undetermined.

The scale slid across the counter. The brass weights rolled in their pans. One fell out and landed on the ground. The little girl picked it up and held it to the light. It was pretty. "Shiny," she said. Her mother burst into wailing sobs. Her father did not look at her as he took the weight from her hand and put it back in the scale. That was her earliest memory, of her mother crying and her father touching her hand for only a second. When she was older, she'd figured out what the memory was: the moment that she was sold. She had never tried to remember what her mother and father looked like beyond that. They had sold her. She was dead to them, and it was only fair that they were dead to her as well. Little else was fair, she thought, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a stained rag before she tucked it back into her waistband.

Inspiration: Thinking of Robert Asprin's myth series. Demon -> (snake) scale -> (weighing) scale
Story Potential: medium-low
Finished Length: ?
Notes: Nothing special here. An interesting moment, but nothing special for the story in the long run. Oh, she'd find that her parents weren't the ones who sold her, that her family was powerful, etc.--stuff of a crappy fantasy novel or a cheap romance.