What's Your Earliest Memory?
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I'd have to say it was when I was 7 and my best friend and I got caught in his basement looking through his grandfather's porn magazines. My mother was not happy.
I am aware of things that happened before I was 7, but only because of photos and home movies. I can't guarantee I would remember any of these events without those visual aids.
I am aware of things that happened before I was 7, but only because of photos and home movies. I can't guarantee I would remember any of these events without those visual aids.
^You just don't have anything traumatic enough. I distinctly remember tripping and falling on the corner of a coffee table, loosing a front tooth in the process. Hurt like hell and scared the bejesus out of my friend's mom who was watching us at the time, in her house. I was 3.
I have pretty clear memories of kindergarten when I was five years old. My first teacher's name was Mrs. Tumler. The class bully was a nasty kid named Carl Salinas. One time he kicked apart the fort I'd built while playing with the hollow blocks.
Since we lived only two blocks from the school, I'd walk home for lunch. One of my favorite meals was Kraft macaroni and cheese. Still like the stuff, in fact.
Since we lived only two blocks from the school, I'd walk home for lunch. One of my favorite meals was Kraft macaroni and cheese. Still like the stuff, in fact.
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I don't remember much of anything before 7 (without pictures) either, except for one instance. I remember reading the backs of record albums around the age of 3 (1983). I distinctly remember reading the Bee Gees album "Saturday Night Fever", because I loved all the colors on the front.
My clearest old memory is from when I was 2 1/2. I don't think it's an accident that this is when I was learning to read...I imagine that "organizes" the brain a little.
I had a dream...it was a floaty, amorphous kind of dream, but I remember that the dream had a Phil Collins song in it (I am almost sure it was "Tonight, Tonight, Tonight"). When I woke up, I was in my crib, and I remember getting the idea to climb out of it to go see my parents. That was hard work! And I could barely reach the doorknob, either.
There are other memories I have that may actually precede that, both of which were of my very first experiences learning to read. I remember a book meant to help little kids get used to the idea of sleeping in a "big-kid" bed. Which was exactly where I got the idea to climb out of my crib that morning. I also remember a cloth alphabet book. These may have even been before the crib-climbing incident.
I definitely remember a LOT from when I was little, compared to most people I know. When I told my parents what I remembered, they confirmed the age I was at the time. And that was indeed the age I was when they started teaching me to read, because I was having difficulties acquiring language. They said once I started to read, I was much better able to speak. To this day, I think in written words first, with a "voice" only second, and even then, not much of a voice.
I had a dream...it was a floaty, amorphous kind of dream, but I remember that the dream had a Phil Collins song in it (I am almost sure it was "Tonight, Tonight, Tonight"). When I woke up, I was in my crib, and I remember getting the idea to climb out of it to go see my parents. That was hard work! And I could barely reach the doorknob, either.
There are other memories I have that may actually precede that, both of which were of my very first experiences learning to read. I remember a book meant to help little kids get used to the idea of sleeping in a "big-kid" bed. Which was exactly where I got the idea to climb out of my crib that morning. I also remember a cloth alphabet book. These may have even been before the crib-climbing incident.
I definitely remember a LOT from when I was little, compared to most people I know. When I told my parents what I remembered, they confirmed the age I was at the time. And that was indeed the age I was when they started teaching me to read, because I was having difficulties acquiring language. They said once I started to read, I was much better able to speak. To this day, I think in written words first, with a "voice" only second, and even then, not much of a voice.
I think i may have been around 4 or so but i just remember playing around in the backyard of our old house. It was totally dead and there was this dead tree back there too.
My first memory was when I was 5 years old, I can remember sitting in the hospital, the waiting room, when my sister was born, and she's 5 years younger than me, I have a memory of a hallway, and a waiting room, and the little area you go to visit to see the baby after they've been delivered. This is as far back as I can remember, and quite frankly I can't remember anything else that comes to mind at 5, just that, seems to be a strong visual picture I have in my head of that at that age.
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Do you have any idea what you read on your own as your very first book? I vaguely (and had to be reminded by mom) that my first book was "Green Eggs & Ham". I was around 3 (although I had been reading the aforementioned record albums before then). It was my cousin's book, and I had walked into her bedroom and saw it lying on the floor, so I picked it up and started reading it. I remember loving it very much and my parents bought me my own copy.
I do have some vague memories of my brother being a little baby. He is three years younger than me so I guess those memories are from when I was about 3 1/2.
My earliest clear memory was of sitting down on a nest of bullants when I was 4. My dad had taken myself and my two elder sisters to the beach. He was sitting on the beach and we were playing chasings on the lawn nearly. I sat down and seconds later the ants were swarming up my trouser legs and biting me. I jumped up screaming. My sister thought I was still playing and ran after me. A woman passing by realised what was happening and grabbed me and started pulling off my clothes. The woman told my sister to go and get your Mum. My sister went and got Dad. I was bitten 40-50 times and bullants bites are as painful as wasp stings. Dad got me to my Uncle's house and my aunt used her blue bag to take the pain away.
I guess most people here would have no idea what blue bag is.
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My earliest clear memory was of sitting down on a nest of bullants when I was 4. My dad had taken myself and my two elder sisters to the beach. He was sitting on the beach and we were playing chasings on the lawn nearly. I sat down and seconds later the ants were swarming up my trouser legs and biting me. I jumped up screaming. My sister thought I was still playing and ran after me. A woman passing by realised what was happening and grabbed me and started pulling off my clothes. The woman told my sister to go and get your Mum. My sister went and got Dad. I was bitten 40-50 times and bullants bites are as painful as wasp stings. Dad got me to my Uncle's house and my aunt used her blue bag to take the pain away.
I guess most people here would have no idea what blue bag is.
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I assume it is the sodium bicarbonate that helped the pain.
I have a very clear memory of my second birthday; waking after my nap and toddling out in a cream colored nightie with ruffles on the bottom to find that my grandmother had arrived and my bunny shaped cake was finished baking. For a long time I thought that was my earliest memory, but I described another memory to my mother once, who was quite surprised as I could have been only 1 or 1 and a half.
I was big enough to sit up on my own, and was sitting on a patio made of big, grey stones. I was wearing a purple dress. I cut my hand somehow, but it didn't upset me, it just interested me. I remember staring at the blood that shaped into a perfect bead on my skin. I don't remember anything else, just staring at the red blood against my white skin, resting on the purple dress on the grey stone. The imagery is very vivid.
My mother told me that the patio I remembered was at an apartment complex we lived in when I was one.
I was big enough to sit up on my own, and was sitting on a patio made of big, grey stones. I was wearing a purple dress. I cut my hand somehow, but it didn't upset me, it just interested me. I remember staring at the blood that shaped into a perfect bead on my skin. I don't remember anything else, just staring at the red blood against my white skin, resting on the purple dress on the grey stone. The imagery is very vivid.
My mother told me that the patio I remembered was at an apartment complex we lived in when I was one.
there was a bright light and then someone slapped me.
psyche.
really, it would be sitting in my high chair eating toast.
psyche.
really, it would be sitting in my high chair eating toast.
Falling off the ladder of a waterslide at a public pool, landing on the concrete below head first (about 2m or so). I'm convinced my (older) brother pushed me, but my parents claim I just slipped because I'm clumsy. 
I was about 3.
I was about 3.
We emigrated to Australia when I was 2, and Dad worked on a small farm, near Moss Vale in the NSW Southern Highlands. We left there when I was 4&1/2.
My earliest memory is my Mum taking me 'fishing'. She made a rod out of a curtain rod, line out of curtain twine, and a hook out of a curtain hook. There was a dam near the house (a constant source of worry for them with my fascination of standing at the edge), and it was fed by a little stream, under some shady trees. It had a little lawnlike area next to it, and we sat on that bank as I 'fished', I must have been about 3.
I remember the sunlight filtering through the leaves. The green all around. My mother and her constant love beside me. The feeling was a little like waking up, becoming my own person, and a feeling of intense happiness. Real, full happiness.. I'd give anything to feel like that again.
And to cap it off, I 'caught' a big spring, from a long-gone lounge chair.
There are many happy memories from that time.. This was the first.
My earliest memory is my Mum taking me 'fishing'. She made a rod out of a curtain rod, line out of curtain twine, and a hook out of a curtain hook. There was a dam near the house (a constant source of worry for them with my fascination of standing at the edge), and it was fed by a little stream, under some shady trees. It had a little lawnlike area next to it, and we sat on that bank as I 'fished', I must have been about 3.
I remember the sunlight filtering through the leaves. The green all around. My mother and her constant love beside me. The feeling was a little like waking up, becoming my own person, and a feeling of intense happiness. Real, full happiness.. I'd give anything to feel like that again.
And to cap it off, I 'caught' a big spring, from a long-gone lounge chair.
There are many happy memories from that time.. This was the first.
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My earliest memory is my sister's birth, I was 2 1/2. I clearly remember holding my dad's hand when we visited my mom at the maternity ward and the baby incubators. Not that my sister's birth was that traumatic but in retrospect I think it was the first time I went to a hospital.
My maternal grandmother died a week before my sister's birth and unfortunately, I have no memory of her at all. Except photos showing I was always with her.
Anyways, when Sam was born, that's when I started to be her clown. I have vivid memories of making her faces and she laughed and she laughed and she laughed.
My maternal grandmother died a week before my sister's birth and unfortunately, I have no memory of her at all. Except photos showing I was always with her.
Anyways, when Sam was born, that's when I started to be her clown. I have vivid memories of making her faces and she laughed and she laughed and she laughed.
That's exactly mine too, except I was 5, this must be a common powerful memory that we can recall.
Hmm...the earliest I remember are from age 3-4. I remember being in hospital, the room and especially the window, it was yellowish and had some pattern on it, my grandmother was vsiting me and than had to go again, while I had to stay there.
I remember another room at that hospital, though I can´t tell if it is a true memory, a bigger room with many beds with this high things around, so children cannot fall/ climb out, also there was a desc at the room and light at the desc and a man, I was standing in the bed and screaming like hell.
Then I have some memories from the first weeks in kindergarten (so about 3 years old)...I remember wanting to play and running ahead into the room, telling my friends to come, but my friend was always a bit clingy to her mother and when she didnt come I ran back and saw her crying in her mums arms.
And then also at 3 a scene of betrayel I was playing with said friend and because it was so nice I missed going to the toilet and what did she do? Jumping up and telling on me. I remember being embaressed and angry...AND I had to stop playing for redressing myself.
I remember my grandmother making honey-milk for me, when I was sick and lying on her sofa, she read stories for me...though I am not sure what age...under 5.
Oh and I remember marrying *L* I was 4 and we married in kindergarten in the sandbox with rings made of grass. Have a few more early memories, though I think from age before 3 I cannot truly remember things.
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I remember another room at that hospital, though I can´t tell if it is a true memory, a bigger room with many beds with this high things around, so children cannot fall/ climb out, also there was a desc at the room and light at the desc and a man, I was standing in the bed and screaming like hell.
Then I have some memories from the first weeks in kindergarten (so about 3 years old)...I remember wanting to play and running ahead into the room, telling my friends to come, but my friend was always a bit clingy to her mother and when she didnt come I ran back and saw her crying in her mums arms.
And then also at 3 a scene of betrayel
I was playing with said friend and because it was so nice I missed going to the toilet and what did she do? Jumping up and telling on me. I remember being embaressed and angry...AND I had to stop playing for redressing myself.I remember my grandmother making honey-milk for me, when I was sick and lying on her sofa, she read stories for me...though I am not sure what age...under 5.
Oh and I remember marrying *L* I was 4 and we married in kindergarten in the sandbox with rings made of grass. Have a few more early memories, though I think from age before 3 I cannot truly remember things.
TerokNor
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