I don't want to categorize this as my first experience because I don't remember much of it but this is the first paranormal thing that happened to me when I was a 2 year old. Before I was born, my mom lived in Dallas with her oldest brother and his wife. They had two boys and two daughters at that time and one on its way (the boys and one of the daughters were from my aunt's first matrimony).
One day, my aunt found a Pink guitar at a yard sale. My mom liked that toy guitar a lot, and she was willing to buy it for me, just that my aunt had her eyes on that guitar first and bought it for her youngest daughter Kristy. My mom didn't care though, but she wished she could've bought something so cute as that for when I was born I could play with something. My cousin Kristy would play with that guitar a lot. She would be the happiest child when she would play with that guitar. It was pretty odd why it never run out of batteries, but as a child that's the least thing on your mind.
When my mom left the US with me I was a year old and we went to live with my grandparents at Mexico. A year later (now me as a 2year old) my uncle and aunt from Dallas sends stuff. We were happy to receive many things and from the many things they got, we got the pink guitar. My mom was glad that the toy she wanted for me was now in my possession and I could play with it. I sort of remember playing with it and it was my favorite toy, the only thing that I didn't remember it was why they had to throw it outside the house so I couldn't play with it anymore, until a year ago I found out the question that I always wondered.
My mom told me that one night she heard a guitar sound coming from my room. She thought I was playing but in her mind it was so absurd that almost a 3 year old would be playing in the middle of sleeping time. She went to check on me and her surprise was that I was asleep; the only problem was that the guitar was playing by itself. The guitar didn't had strings to strum it only had buttons that would make sounds. My mom freaked out then grabbed the guitar and tried to take the batteries out. The creepiest part of this situation was that it never had batteries. She grabbed the guitar and throws it outside. My mom thought to herself maybe that's why my aunt was giving it to me and that's why maybe it was in a yard sale in the first place. She never gave that guitar to me and it stayed outside and probably sometimes playing randomly on itself.
The last time I remember seeing the guitar, it was when I was seven years old and the stickers and the color of the guitar were faded because of the rain and the dryness of all the years it has been outside without any use. I remember grabbing it and putting it back where I found it. When I put it back, it started to play with a weary slow melody. It didn't scare me because at that time I didn't know that batteries gave some toys energy for them to function (and if this doesn't convince you, I was really naive).
Now as an adult, I wonder why they never threw that guitar in the first place if it was haunted. Maybe they forgot to do that because it got mix into the junk we had outside and they didn't care after that. I also sometimes think this was not much of a paranormal experience, though it has its creepy moments. I know if that ever happened to me today that I have more knowledge about the world, and that I know there's a spiritual world too, I know for sure I would be scared and take this experience more seriously than how I'm taking it right now.