Is it normal that i started masturbating at such a young age?

I wasn’t masturbating. But definitely touched myself as long as I can remember.

That’s completely normal, some people start even younger than that. I was about 3 when I started to touch myself, obviously I didn’t know what I was doing and I only remember it because my mother was (wrongly) horrified, would yell and say something was wrong with me. Just telling me not to do that in front of other people would have been the appropriate response.

Exploring your body as a child is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed about.

Not only is it normal, it's beautiful.

The people you've talked to about this are judgemental, ignorant and prudish. That's a fairly common set of personality traits (particularly in the USA), but it means that you can safely ignore anything they say about sex.

As others have said here, some kids start fiddling around with their genitals much earlier than you did. I'm sure that's more often the case with boys than with girls, simply because us guys have this thing sticking out in front of us that's conveniently located at hand level.

I suspect that you possibly had the good fortune to grow up in a family where you were not getting constant messages - overt and covert - that your genitals were dirty and disgusting. Or maybe that was the message you were getting, but you were sufficiently curious and low-key rebellious as a young kid to investigate for yourself. It's also possible that the random chance of genes and the very early developmental processes of your brain, nervous system and genital physiology resulted in you having a particularly sensitive clitoris, and some random incident led you to realise that rhythmically touching yourself there felt very nice.

Regardless of when you started or how you discovered it, you masturbating is good thing. Far too many women reach adulthood without knowing what sort of sexual stimulation they enjoy and exactly they need in order to reach orgasm. Way too many women stupidly believe that they don't need to worry about figuring out their sexual response, because the love of their life will come along and he or she will be able to magically take her to heaven. Male sexual response is pretty straightforward, but women are a lot more complex when it comes to sex, and the fact is that if a woman hasn't taken the time to figure out how sex works for her, it's highly unlikely someone else will be able to show her.

I have a daughter, and I would not have been even slightly disturbed if I had happened to discover that she was masturbating when she was eight. As her father, it's definitely not something I'm ever going to talk to her about, but I very much hope she figures out how to do it long before she has a sexual relationship.

Very good. I have a friend who says she started at 4.

I mean once you figure out that touching X makes you feel good for absolutely free. Kinda feels like a cheat code in life.

I started playing with myself some at 3 when I first became sexually aware to an extent, and started masturbating to orgasm several times a day at 10 yrs old. At 11, beginning to see puberty setting in and somewhat proud of having a 6 1/2" dick at the time, and having a very flexible back, for a time, I was able to get about half my cock in my own mouth, which I took full advantage of with budding exuberance.
The most embarrassing episode I can recall was when I was 13 with a 7 3/4" cock, I discovered the porn videos in my dad's dresser drawer, and when my parents left for a block party and BBQ up the block, I brought one video of vintage porn out, and got to watching it and jerking off frivolously for what ended up being apparently a substantial time as I was entirely fixated on the task at hand.
As the movie displayed a very juicy and taboo scene of epic erotic proportions, I felt a flood of cum threatening to erupt very imminently, and as I thrust my hips out and my painfully throbbing cock lay fully extended in empty space for any potential people within the vicinity of the living room from me including the front door could fully and clearly see without any effort, my upper legs began to buckle as one of the biggest floods of jizz I have ever been privileged to shoot exploded out into and very quickly overflowed the almost entirety of my left palm spilling over where I sat precisely right at the same moment that my immediately very shocked parents came breezing in the door unintentionally become briefly my accidental audience.
Embarrassingly, they unfortunately witnessed the whole entire cumshot from its very beginning even through the small momentary span of extra time I reflexively kept stroking, humping, and ejaculating in huge spurts of white and clear jizz, and immediately after pressed the stop button on the VCR, covered my now shrouded and fading masculine glory up as best I could and retreated hurriedly to my room for a willing and necessary volunteer sentence of mortified time out in my room in the vain and selfishly shallow hope that my strong, mostly natural but still synthetic theatrical display of palpable blushing embarrassment and almost utterly ashamed display of anxious and broken remorse might possibly solicit for me some small indignant measure of pity or possibly maybe some token of empathy for the shock I genuinely did feel at the time.
Incidentally, I was never formally punished for my careless and mutually awkward transgression.
I still feel embarrassed inwardly even now making the attempt of recounting the spectacle, if only maybe to poise myself as what I hope can be taken as the self depricating butt of a joke, which I can reluctatly hope at the worst might at least inspire a slight smirk and possibly also/or else a silent chuckle.
Sorry for my terrible habit of excessive verbosity in my account. It is an honest personal account though and not merely bait to plead there might exist remotely in the farthest sense the faintest shadow or minutest shred of illusory hope of there existing even the lowest and poorest facsimile of a possible existence of disturbingly unlikely adulation from an even more highly unlikely and miniscule pool of bored but bemused imaginary readers.
I won't stoop to indulging for any reason at all the irritatingly nonsensical and clumsy yet intentional notion that I might flatter myself in any way whatsoever, even if, at the very most or very least, in the shallow and ephemerally disposable form of a passing thought.
Cheers, all

Popped my first boner watching batman when I was like 6.