I must have been exposed to Shakespeare earlier than this - I have a vague recollection of a Midsummer Night's Dream production at the Stratford Festival involving a giant hibiscus - but Olivier's Henry V remains my earliest concrete Shakespearean memory. I loved it instantly. I remember feeling a bit disappointed when I later found out that Henry V was, in fact, comparatively well-known and performed rather a lot. I liked feeling that it was my secret.