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When & what's your earliest memory?

My earliest memory was when I was just over a year old, sitting in my grandmother's car.

My older brother had just died a short while before, and we were at a petting zoo trying to distract me (and them). I remember being in the car, and I remember knowing something was wrong.

My next memory is at two years of age, hallucinating that a Raggedy Andy doll was on top of the house we lived in.
 
One of my early memories goes back to when I was about 4. This was the mid 1950's when a family doctor still stopped by the house to see patients. I had been coughing and had a fever, and that was when a call was made to the doctor's office asking him to stop by on his way home.

After being examined, the doctor reached into his black bag and removed a syringe and small vial in order to give me an injection. Upon seeing that, I immediately ran into the next room and hid under the bed.

My mother returned with her broomstick and swept under the area to get me out. I received the injection about 2 minutes later and cried. The doctor seemed to enjoy the sideshow ... my mother, however, was not so amused.
 
my earliest memory would probably be back when i was about 2. I remember crawling/walking up the stairs in our old house. I went to Disney land when i was 3, and my parents have told me that i had all the fun, while they chased me down all over the place. I have pictures of me meeting Pluto, my favorite Disney character, but i dont remember one part of that trip :( .
 
It seems the earliest of memories are from shocking/painful experiences. :(


My first memory isn't at all shocking or painful :p. When I was around 2 or 3 I found my mom's beach flip-flops on the floor in the closet, and something about them utterly and completely perplexed me, so much so that to this day I can remember their white foot-pads and plasticky green straps, and how they were positioned on the green rug. I asked my mom about them a couple of years ago, and she confirmed that she had had those particular beach flip-flops when I was very little.:)
 
i remembered what i did five mins ago....
But i sorta rememeber i think it was my 2nd birthday Partial, i remember taking a picture with my mom and my dad took the photo.....
I also remember going to disney when i was 4 going on the teacups
 
I remember learning to ride my bike without training wheels - which I was able to do quite confidently before my second birthday. :)
 
I remember sucking on a bottle, laying in bed, looking around the room. I've always had a clear image of the room.

Around age 10, we moved into a new house (owned by my mom's uncle), and I walked into my new room, and I recognized it immediately! Turns out my parents and I lived there for a few months, when I was only a few months old. Very creepy.

Other than that, I don't remember anything before the time I could walk, age 2-3.
 
My first memory is the airplane ride from Peru to America. I remember it because it was not a fun trip. The airplane kept going up and down and up and down, so much so that it was exactly the same feeling you get on a roller coaster. The funny thing is, i remember it from a third person perspective. When I think of it, I see myself being held by my mother and not a view from my perspective; which was my face being dug into her stomach as she held me. To even complicate matters, I even remember movement around myself. I see myself being held, but then the stewardess walks by.
 
Mitthrawnuruodo said:
My earliest glimpse is me sitting on the carpet in the living room where we lived until I was 2. This must have been early though, because I don't think I could walk (at least not functionally), yet. So I'm guessing I must have been about a year.

There was a special occurrence that happened that made me remember the situation, but I'm afraid that's too personal to share here... ;)
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Uh oh, did you pee your pants again? <ducks>

It seems that you were sitting on that carpet for a very long time.
 
My first memory was when I was four and i touched this brick which fell and ripped off the whole tip of my pinky and half the nail.
 
bousozoku said:
Uh oh, did you pee your pants again? <ducks>

It seems that you were sitting on that carpet for a very long time.
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No, no, nothing that embarrassing, just a bit too personal... ;)

And all pants wetting incidents are blocked out of my mind a long time ago... :D

And, yes, I more or less lived on that carpet as a baby. It was a white/gray rugged, "long haired" wool carpet that functioned as my play area. When my mother was bored of holding me, she just sat me down on that carpet and gave me something to play with. Even after I started walking I often prefered that carpet... :)
 
I can remember lying in my baby-bed in my parents bed-room in the morning after waking up, crying for my bottle. I don't exactly know how old I was, but I "moved" into the kids room with my sibling when I was around 2. So a fair guess is that I was around 15 months... I still clearly remember that I was able to say single words but no sentences at all. I also remember the curtains (my bed was right beside the window) and how the ceiling looked like when looking up from the bed (the building is from 1907 and has stucco ornaments on the ceilings).

I also remember other things from that time... Like my mom changing my diapers or how I fell down the stairs of our appartment building or how I was walking with my dad holding his thumb because my hand was still so small... and ... and ... and... But I am not able to bring them into a precise timely order... I just know that I must have been still very young.

groovebuster

Edit: I still remember the feeling when you start crying really badly and you can't breathe in for the first few seconds... which always seemed like eternity and it gave you almost the feeling to suffocate...
 
My earliest memory was going to Disney World with my family. I was about 2 and half years old at the time. I guess that is pretty easy to remember when you are a kid.

Hickman
 
The first memory I can be sure of was when I was probably about 2 (my brother was yet to be born) and I was sitting on a window seat in a house in Suffolk we were staying in on holiday. It was quite spooky and old, and I remember sitting there with my hands over my ears and screaming, because the washing machine was really noisy and I didn't like it. Must have been annoying as hell for my poor pregnant mum who was just trying to do the washing! I've never liked loud noises or places, ever. Still don't.

My first coherent long memory was about a year or two later, when my brother was around, I was in the garden, and found a rotten apple that had fallen off the tree on the grass. I showed it to my mum, and she said "Put it on the compost heap". At the time, the compost heap was bricks piled in a square, with a bin bag over the top, held down by half bricks on the corners. I picked up one of the half bricks, and found it surprisingly heavy. So I dropped it. On my bare foot.

So, huge stress, my mum thinks I've broken my toe, blood, etc, etc. She dumps my brother with a neighbour, and we go off to hospital. We wait for ages, then eventually have an X-ray. They say I have to have the X-ray on my own. Bear in mind I'm 2, maybe 3. I go totally mental at this, and in the end they let my mum come in, and I have the X-ray. I remember feeling really bad that I caused my mum hassle, and that she had to put a big lead apron on, and that she must have been annoyed with me. She has recently assured me this isn't the case. ;) We wait for ages again. By now I'm still sore, and really hungry and grouchy.

Eventually they take me off to a room by myself, and they absolutely point blank won't let my mum come in. I'm, naturally, terrified. I go in, and I have to lie on a trolley thing, and there's a 'nice" nurse (I have never forgiven her :p ) at my head end saying "Don't worry, it won't hurt, you're ok" then a another nurse at my foot end ripped off my toenail! Obviously, I screamed the place down, because the 'nice' nurse was evidently a lying bitch. It did hurt, and I was quite obviously not ok. :mad: I feel sorry for my mum though, because she later said she could just hear me screaming and screaming and couldn't go in to the room. I didn't have a toenail for ages afterwards. And it turned out that she only meant me to put the apple on top of the compost heap. D'oh!

This set the precedent for the next 10-15 years, of roughly bi-monthly visits to Accident and Emergency for one of us. My mum was of the "It's a nice day, go outside and play" persuasion, which has left us both with an embarrassing lack of knowledge of children's TV programmes, and a fine collection of scars. Wouldn't have it any other way, though. :)

edit: blimey, sorry it's so long!
 
My earliest memory is of this morning. For some reason I woke up in a bathroom with an empty bottle of Jägermeister next to me.
 
I remember being about two and being banished to my crib crying because I took my mother's lipstick and smeared it on the radiator before our relatives came over for Christmas. My Aunt Rita sneaked in and picked me up. What a sweetie.
 
Freud talked about the pain of remembering the birth trama. Thats nothing, I remember my conception...

Just kidding

My earliest memory is something from before I was one. I've described the memory and the location and my parents placed it to where they lived before my first birthday.

After that I have other scattered memories of in that time period in Queens. I remember visiting Panama a bit from when I was 3 and moving to Maryland when I was 4.
 
I remember stepping on and being stung by a bee around 2 or 3.
I also remember getting a spanking from my father around the same time. I specificly remember being embarrased from this spanking because I was in front of my older sister and one of her friends.
 
I remember getting my tonsils out at age two. I was really mad at the doctor for lying to me about the whole jet-flying thing and then giving me "Coke" (which it was NOT I might add! Some nasty medicine). That's all I remember about it, but my mom tells me I ran up the halls with her trailing after me pushing the IV...I drove the doctors nuts.
 
I can remember going to Disneyland when I was two. I remember riding around in the stroller, going on the yellow submarine ride, seeing Captain E.O (or something like that starring Michael Jackson), the Snow White house thingy and some other deals. That must have been in '85.
 
The earliest memory I can remember is everything around just being dark or just blackness. Thoughts were going through my mind of planets and the galaxy or something like that. Very very strange. I've always remembered this and I'm not sure if its from another life, this life, or what. Just blackness around and just that thought. A renewing, a new beginning. I can always remember that before anything else. Maybe that was when I was born? Maybe that was when I almost died when I was premature? I dunno...
 
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