What's your first memory?
 

Inspired by jeenyus' I WISH I COULD REMEMBER BEING YOUNG thread.

What's your first memory? When you think back as far as you can, what images, smells, sounds, or feelings that come to mind?

my first recollection that clearly comes to mind was when I was about 3. My family used to take long road trips when I was younger, and on this particular one we had driven all the way to Georgia for a wedding or something. We were on our way back home, and i remember this huge grey cloud looming above us. it was a hurricane (i'm not sure which one, this would've been '87 or '88 i think), and i thought it would go on forever. We drove through 3 states and half of Texas before we finally saw the sun again. It was amazing. I might have memories from before then... but none as vivid as that one.

what about you guys and gals?

When I was about 3, I climbed into the family station wagon, somehow put it in neutral, rolled down a hill, and hit a tree.

When I was about 4 years old I guess my mother fell asleep on the couch, I decided i was gonna hop on my big wheel and go for a ride.

Well, I ended up about 4 or 5 blocks away from my house when my uncle happened to drive by...He was on his way to my house.

He freaked on my mom.

The thing that kind of bugs me, When my mom told me this story..She found it rather amusing. Which kinda bothered me.

What if my Uncle didn't drive by that day...Oh well.

My earliest memory is eating a pretzel off my Grandmother's floor when I was very young. I kneeled down and picked it up, and popped it in my mouth. It was inbetween a wall and a floor vent and next to a chair. When my Grandmother asked me what I was eating I flat out denied having anything in my mouth. I got away with it.

Or it's of a dream I had where I was in a caldroun and monsters and skeletons were dancing around me.

I can't tell which came first. Probably the pretzel one.

There is a book called "Unlocking the Secrets To YOur Childhood Memories," it says something about how your first memory or first few memories is indictive of what kind of person you are, or personality you have.

I'm not sure if this is my first memory, but ONE of my first at least: I was probably about 3, walking up stairs, when I got scratched by the family cat. I think this may be why to this day I tend to dislike cats. I love animals too.

Around the age of two or three; either a sour grape, an ice cream cone or the moon. I don't know what order.

cuervo, i did the same thing to the family van when i was 6! lol! :D

I remember (I was about 2) riding some sort of plastic toy tricycle thing on top of my apartment building, getting off, and opening a compartment built into the seat. I took out a small orange ball that was inside, went into the building, and dropped the ball into a sink. I think somebody helped me do these things but I don't remember who, how, or why.

I don't remember THE FIRST, but I remember playing in the sandbox, I remember when the bat was in the house, I remembering riding my first bike through the yard.. and I remember the house being collosal. Which when I revisited the area last summer, I was astonished by how small the house actually is. The front yard was still decent, but thats because there isn't much of a backyard, so the front yard is basically the front and back.. heh.

I remember going with my father to pick my mom up from work.
There was this long and winding drive to the nursing home and for some reason I still remember the cars' headlights flashing off the curbs as we went along.
I believe I was 3.

2.5 years old, standing on my grandfather's desk,
drawing on the wall, saying " 'ite, 'ite, 'ite " (write, write, write)...

This would seem to be the nascent performance artist, writer.

I was caught while doing this and so it is objectively verified to have actually occurred.

Oh oh, my first memory was when I was about 3 years old. I was playing with match's and I burnt the garden shed down. I've never burnt anything else down so it wasn't habit forming. By the way my dad gave up smoking after this !

well i remember i was 5 or something and getting burnt by my dad's cigarette butt and i completely hated smoking (and still do). we were going to the local fairgrounds and i was holding my mom's hand and my dad was on the other side of me and his cigarette was perfect level to my hand :T

I have a very similar memory. My dad was walking next to me and it burnt my ear when the ember broke off as the smoke touched my ear. He was so sorry about that. I remember I got ice cream and wagon wheels cookies... mmmm

I remember almost nothing from when I was little. First real memory was cracking my head open at 5 years old.

Oh wow, how could I forget. Some college postgrad happened to interview my parents for a research paper on language development. I was lucky enough to find a copy of the paper itself a few months back and I learnt that the first thing I wrote (without any kind of supervision) was a sign posted in my room with the word "NOCAMIFRO" on it. Should be able to figure out what that means. I guess I've always liked my privacy.:) I need to ask the folks exactly how old I was when I wrote it.

I distinctly remember the hospital room my mom had when she had my brother. I was 2. To this day I could tell you the exact color and every detail to that room.

i remember sitting on our balcony in Canada when i was 3. i was eating some rice pudding.

i don´t really have any memories from before that.

I, too, have a similar story. I think I was like 3 or 4 and my dad had all of his buddies there and I LOVED the smell of matches. So he asked me if I'd ever seen a match burn twice. Oh man! lol (Pretty much you light a match, let it burn a little bit, blow it out and then press it to someones skin.) He obviously wasn't trying t burn me. He had thought he let it sit long enough and now I have a small scar on my arm. lol

My first memory? Wow. I have a really great long term memory. Let's see...I was 2.5 I think and I remember trying to pull my younger cousin out of the entertainment center. When he was smaller he'd always climb in there and sit so that he was like...a v with his head and feet sticking out the front. Well, he got too big and got stuck. I just remember trying to help him.

bout 4 years old, playing in a park in london. Met some arabic child. eating fruit salad. I still love fruit salad to this day. But in the memory, everything has like a golden filter over it. Its weird. It all came back to me in a dream, and i asked my mom about it and she was like, yeah, that was when we were in london.

Right before I turned 4 I remember going with my family to pick out a dog.

i think i got you all beat(cept for maybe people with fetal memories lol). i specifically remember shaking a plastic egg full of chocalate around easter in front of my mom and grannie at about 1 and half.

When I was four I remember watching All Dogs Go to Heaven in my neighbors house. I broke into it when they were on vacation and when I left I had games and movies stuck in my pants. I also remember almost cutting my finger off when I was 5, my mom put it under warm water for some reason and it hurt like hell.

:eek: I'm very sorry but this almost made me laugh. I feel horrible now.

My first memory, at least the very first that I can place in time is a very unpleasant one. It (or perhaps rather the event that the memory is of) has actually given me several nightmares through my life, mosltly when I was a kid.

I'm about four years old and my three years younger brother has just fallen into a ditch and is slowly disappearing under water. I'm running towards him to pull him out of there but won't make it. Then I remember my mother holding him, all muddy and screaming like a pig.

It ended up fine but the feeling of not being able to make has been tough. Whether it's an actual recollection of my feelings at the time or if I have created that memory.

interesting how psychologists can psychoanalyze memories :P i wonder what they'd say about me. i have another memory. waiting for my dad to come home from work at 8 everynight bcos he'd bring me paper to draw on. and i'd have to tear those little perforated strips with the holes on the left and right side of the paper.... and i'd get out my markers and crayons and draw all day. and i'd read stories to my stuffed animals pretending i was a teacher and it was story time. i was 4 or 5.

I can remember quite clearly from about 2.5 years onward. There are quite a few memories from this time, so this may not be the first, but one of my earliest memories is of being in the garden and coming upon a large bag of dirt. Since it was in a packet, I didn't immediately realize that it was dirt (why would dirt be in a bag?) so I started eating it, in the hope that it was chocolate. It wasn't of course, but funilly enough I kept eating it anyway.

Hehe that's the old dot matrix printer paper. We used to have boxes of that stuff for our old computer, I'd do the same thing, making murals on them ^_^ I also enjoyed playing with the strips on the sides... good times.

yeah id fold them around and make accordians out of two strips and color them too.

When I was 2 we lived in Nevada and my sister helped me make a snow Snoopy..... and also I remember the horses my mom raised, almost killed me. Word of advice... don't let your children hug horses legs.

I remember grabbing the metal prongs going into an electrical outlet when I was 7 months old. I think I woke up in that moment.

What if that wasn't your Uncle? Are you sure you're with the right family? :)

I remember the apartment I lived in when I was 3. It had 3 rooms and a bathroom. Every single night I lived there I had the same dream: I'd be standing in the bedroom listening to a skull in the ceiling give me a mission, and then I'd turn around and enter the kitchen, which would be littered with skeletons and broken bones and skulls clacking their teeth and reaching out with bony fingers to get me.

Probably says a lot about me.

my youngest memories are of when i was four, living down in tucson. there were lots of kids about, so we would all play hemans and thundercats together. after a particulalry nasty storm, the wooden fence in our backyard blew over and we used to ride our tricycles up and down it. i also remember bits of the day my paternal grandparents visited (they died shortly afterwards) and the day my dad left, but not alot else from back then or before.

My god...does it GET any cuter than that?!?

I was probably around the three year mark when I went on an errand with dad to a local junkyard. We had an old 1953 Willey's Jeep pickup. (I wish we still had it...I loved that truck.) Anyway, while dad was conducting business with the proprietor, I was playing with my toy cars on the dash of the truck. I soon grew bored with that, and decided to crawl over to the driver's seat, so that I could pretend to drive, as I had done many times before. This time however, instead of just playing with the steering wheel, I moved the gearshift, like I saw dad do, and ended up knocking the transmission into neutral. Being parked on an incline, the truck, with little me inside of it, started rolling down the road, toward the highway. I can remember looking in the rear view mirror and seeing my dad, and the junkman, running for all they were worth trying to catch me, but it was a steep incline and I was gaining speed and quickly losing them, thinking what fun this was. Had I kept going straight, I would have left the junkyard and entered a busy state highway and would surely have gotten seriously hurt. Being three, I didn't recognize the danger, but for whatever reason I tried to turn and managed to turn the steering wheel hard to the right, to follow the road within the junkyard. Bear in mind, that this was a 1953 truck...no power steering. The truck drifted to a stop and dad caught up to me. He bought me some candy and some new Matchbox cars and told me to never ever tell my mother about that little adventure. To this day (I'm 41 now) I never have.

My earliest memory is from age two or three...my mother was pregnant with my brother, but I don't remember if it was before or after my birthday. Anyway, I was playing with my mom on the floor and our black cat, Acey, came up to the glass door with a dead mouse in his mouth, dangling by its tail. I swear to GOD, that cat was smiling as he proudly displayed his kill.

I don't want people to think I am calling them a liar, but some of these "memories" seem like they would be something that was told to them. Especially the ones that involve some kind of trauma. I just can't imagine anyone remembering anything that happend to them before they were 2 and the person that said 7 months.... I find that hard to believe. If you got shocked by a plug at 7 months... your mom and dad or sisters and brothers probably retold you the story about what you did soooooo many times that you think you remember doing it....but, do you? Or the one about the snoopy snowman, do you really remember building it or do you have pictures of it, know you help build it cause you are in the pictures and think you remember building it?

I guess i am skeptical because I cant remember much. I think my first memory was in kindergarten.

But I know when I was 2 I got about 45 stiches in my head from my cousin hitting me in the head with a big rock. Do I remember this??? NO. I do have the scars and my family has told me about that day quite a few times. I have pics of me in the Hospital, so it would be very easy for me to say I remember this....but, I don't. I wonder if people get what they know happened and what they remember happened confused when they try to think back.

i dont remember the age or why i was there but

me and a friend of mine i dont remember his name were playing out front of his house and there was this trailer and i climbed on this ladder on back and i fell and hit my knee real hard


another one i have dont remember when but around the same time i went to pet a different friends dog and it bit my arm up real bad i dont remember the pain


but the memory that stands out the most i was five and my mom was rushing me to the hospotial and i remember thorwing up like mad and then i remember waking up and asking were am i


that happened alot thourgh the frist five years of my life see we did not know at the time that i had eypulapse(sp?)

I remember looking a clock in my living room and saying my first word "cookie." I'm fairly certain of this memory.

When I was around two years old, I recall going to another kids house and playing with the Ghostbuster fire hall and his assortment of ninja turtle toys.

We had a wall-mounted green can opener in our first house.

That's the only thing I can remember... from the last 22 years.

My earliest memory was when I was 3.
My moms wedding with my stepdad. I remember being outside and ,y shows got mud.

Seems like 3 is the magic age.

My earliest memory is my dad's funeral when I was 3. Obviously, this is something that has always stayed with me and it seems that I think about it at random times during the day. Not really sad about it anymore but it still bothers me that I can't remember anything of him but his funeral. :(

My second birthday party. I got a tricycle and had to wear a red shirt. I know it's weird to remember something that early, but one time we were looking at pictures prior to my parents moving, and I could remember other things from that day that weren't in the picture, like our dog Amanda eating the cake.

guess that means I like to party!

I can't remember where I read it, but some university researchers determined children cannot form long term memories until the corpus callosum (the nerves connecting the two halves of the brain) has formed. The article said this happens around age 2. You can google it if you want more info.

I have two very early memories, I can't decide which came first. One is of me standing in a doorway looking at my brothers and sisters who were sitting in the living room watching tv. I was crying my eyes out because my mom had gone somewhere and I wanted to see her. The other one is of sitting in my maternal grandfather's lap. It's strange, because he died when I was 5 and it's one of the few memories I have of him. In either case I would have been around 3 years old.

I was 3 or 4, just at nursery I assume:

I remember leaving a sit on toy car at the end of our old street and running home and leaving it there.

Very weird memory, but I dont remember anything else.

I dont know how old I was, but too young to walk. I was in those seats that had a tray and wheels- i rolled myself down the 20 step stairway to the basement, hit a lamp and i remember crying on my side, being stuck halfway in this thing.

I remember when I was about 2 or 3 taking a bath with my sister who was 3 or 4 at the time. I pushed against and fell through the bathroom window screen. My sister yelled for mom and she grabbed me as I was skiding on the rough shingled roof. I remember getting scratched up by the shingles like it was yesterday. The only reason I can say what age I was is because we moved away from that house when I was 3.

This is sad, my first memory was when I was 3. It was being rejected by a girl.
How rough is that?

My first memory is pretty depressing. I was about 2 1/2 and I was at my Grandfathers house. My brother and I were outside playing in the snow aka trying to help him shovel the driveway. We seen him fall down and tried to wake him up because we thought he decided to fall asleep. Turns out he had a heart attack. May he rest in peace.

I remember my sister popping my King Kong punching bag (the inflatable ones with sand in the bottom)

That is my earliest memory... it was a sad day.

I remember my 2nd birthday. I got a Smurf sleeping bag. My cousins were there. And we had it at a park. It's not very detailed, but I remember it.

I dunno what age i was, but it was before i could walk. I remember crawling across my kitchen floor on a bright sunny day witht he sun shining through the windows against the yellow floor and it was all warm. My mom was doing the dishes too.

I was about 4. My brother - 3 years younger and wearing a nappy - went exploring and fell down the stairs and cut his head. I remember the blood, him crying, me screaming and mum running over.

I remember what the wallpaper in my bedroom looked like in the first house I lived in, which we left when I was 2 1/2.

Two years old. I was watching "The Outer Limits" with my family, and the episode was about a creature that crawled through your TV and into your home. I got up and ran toward our kitchen and ran smack into my 12-year old sister who was coming out of the kitchen. It's never good when you're running forward and the back of your head is the first thing to touch the ground.

My head split open and they took me to the doctor's house, and he sewed up my head in his den. The whole memory is crystal clear, all the way from what my sister was wearing to what the doctor's chair looked like.

Before age 2, maybe closer to 18 months; I have this memory of an old but sturdy man with a full head of gray hair walking with me down the street away from our house, then picking me up and carrying me back. From my memory, I didn't know who he was. I certainly never saw him again.

Told my mom about it a few years ago. She said it was her stepfather; it was the only time he'd come to visit, and he'd died unexpectedly the next day (one hopes, not from lifting me). She'd never mentioned it, because she thought I was too young to remember.

Interesting that what I remember is so clear. I can see his face. I remember that we walked as far as the lumberyard down the street. I remember that he was wearing a long-sleeved flannel-type shirt with a plaid pattern.

I have a few memories of laying in a crib with my dad standing over me talking.

I remember a LOT from when I was 2-3 (and, of course, much after that).

There's things that my mom and grandma tell me about that I did at 1 and 2 that I can recall.

The mind is very strange.

My earliest memory was when I was about 2 1/2. We lived in Texas and my dad was in the Coast Guard. He had to be up and at work very early, while it was still dark. I remember getting out of bed and I was wearing undies and a camisole type thing with pink roses on it. I went down the hallway to the kitchen and got in my dad's lap while he ate breakfast. He was eating oatmeal.

3 years old, I went to Georgia to visit my mom's side of the family, and we had breakfast stuff in a hotel room. I knocked over someone's coffee and burned my butt. :(

The things I recall weren't told to me. All around the 1 1/2 to 2 yrs mark. I can remember my dad bringing home a bounty bar each for me and my sister. Can also remember taking my new batmobile toy outside and losing the bullets and the figures too i think. Remember the guy from upstairs babysitting my sister and I. They were all in the first flat (apartment) we lived in until I was two.

Aged 979 days, my brother had just been born, I remember seeing him in the hospital.

The first thing I remember was choking on a hot dog when I was 2.

Midlandmadman, let me tell you, I am certain I remember this because there is only really one part of the memory that sticks out and it wasn't really that a very important part of the event. After I started choking my parents picked me up to try to get it out and weren't able to, but mananged to get it so I could breath (sorta) while it was still lodged in my throat. Now for the part I remember vividly, we got into the car to go to the hospital and as soon as we pulled out of the garage I coughed it up, chewed it a bit and swallowed it again. Then we pulled back into the garage, we didn't even get out of the driveway.

The first "memory" that I can recall, that I am absolutely positive is my own and not created by my mind from people telling me what happened is impossible for me to discern. One that might be close to fitting the bill though would be at my old house, playing with a neighbour girl's house in the backyard. I was in a trash can alcove in the fence beside the alley along her house. I think the fence was beige, she was blond, and I don't know why I was in there. Probably between three and five years old. Only reason I can think of a range of ages is because I moved before I was six.

I have a pretty horrible memory normally, unless something triggers a recollection.

I remember laying in my bed when I was 3 or 4. It was late at night and I sat up and saw a black cat sitting at the window sill staring inside my room. I swear it's eyes were glowing a golden yellow. It could have been a reflection, or maybe I my brain made that up. Either way it was the scariest thing for me.

I have a few early memories, but can't really place them in order.
One of the earliest, anyway, was a perfect Oedipian example. My mother asked me who did I wanted to marry when I'd be grown up, and I answered "you".

I remember as far back as when I was 3. Going to my grandparents house. walked in. Opa offered me a biscuit from his secret stash. i remember the cupboard and i remember the exact smell. It was one of those round tins, with flowers on it.

I was standing in a playpen. My mother was in another room, and my older brother was in the room with me. I remember my brother running to get my mother because I had spoken something intelligible. I don't remember saying anything, but I do remember my mother coming back into the room and my brother being excited. My other "oldest" memory is of being in a stroller at the zoo and seeing the monkeys.

3 or so. i remember pre-preschool. i had to go early cuzz i had a cousin who was a year older and our parents wanted us to help eachothe out.

Yeah, mine are actual memories too, because I knew about them before they were brought up in later years.

I often questioned them (since they were at such a young age) growing up, whether or not they were dreams or just something I conjured up on my own, but I assure you they aren't.

For example, I remember always going over this house - friends of my mom and dad. I remember playing in their pool all the time and being in one of those little floatation devices. It came up in casual conversation with my mom one time when I was 18 or 19; she told me how we always used to go over her friend's house (who she worked with) and I loved playing in their pool. I just turned 1 around that time.

As for the crib memories, I can't really validate those except with pictures. I can't exactly ask my dad, "Hey, remember standing over my crib talking to me?" :lol: There were pictures of my first room that I hadn't seen till I was 14 or 15, but I've always had the memories. When I saw the pictures, I did remember that room. We moved out of that house well before I turned 1, so that's all I need to know it's real!

One of my earliest memories is a dream I had. And that makes it legit because it wasn't something I could have been told when I was much older. I remember being in my living room at my old house and we were all sitting around waiting for my mom to go to work. Then I heard these really loud crushing footsteps. I tried to hide under a sofa chair. Next thing I know I'm in the basement, and the steps are still coming, and I can see the shadow coming down the stairs, and then I see the massive feet and legs making their way down the stairs... and then I wake up.

I don't remember much, but I still have that silly memory kicking around.

I have three memories from when I was two. I'm not sure which came first but they all occured at a house my family lived in for just about six months, that's how I know how old I was. So in no particular order:
I had a dream that I was in Mr. Rogers fantasy land and I was hanging out with the cat. He told me to look in an empty well, when I did I saw a crab, a shark and a plant. The shark suddenly jumped up the well and latched onto my head, which scared me awake. I ran into my parents room to get some help, as soon as I woke my mom up I realized the shark wasn't on my head anymore but I hadn't quite realized it was just a dream. So I asked my mom if she had taken the shark off my head.
Next one: I was sitting eating a peanutbutter sandwich with my girl friend, Kimberly Smith. My parents were doing yard work.
Last one: I was in my back yard turning over rocks looking for bugs and found a big hairy spider. I picked it up and brought it into the house to ask my mom if I could keep it. She told me to drop it, then she stepped on it, picked it up with a napkin and through it in the trash. I never asked her if I could keep another insect or spider again, though I almost always had at least one, as a pet, for the rest of my childhood.

I was about two swinging in my little swing, and my dog jumped on the swing and for some odd reason I grabbed her by the ears and wouldn't let go until my mom intervened. I guess I was trying to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall off. Needless to say she never did that again...

My first memory is from when I was 3. I woke up from a nap on the living room couch and my mom was steam-cleaning the carpet. Here's the thing that made it stick: I couldn't remember anything. I asked this lady, who turned out to be my mom, a long series of questions like, "Who am I? How old am I? What's my name?," and the like. All in all it was a truly scary experience at the time. Now it's kind of amusing to think that I could just forget who I was at anytime and start over.

I was inside a stroller, and my mother was pushing me around inside a store. Then I blacked out or something, then I was on my living room couch. Very confusing. It's either just small fragments of memories, or it might have been a dream.

i was about 2 and remember being naked, sitting on this swan potty in the bathroom. i was upset over having to use it because i needed to poop so my grandfather came in and helped me use the toilet instead.

i don't even want to think about what that first memory says about me and my personality!

Hmmm, my earliest memory i can think of is when I was around 1. I was still living in California (moved away from there when I was 2), and I was dragging around my Huffy Puffy. Then my grandpa called for me, so I went to him, and he said, "Oh, ok, just wanted to find where you were." Not much point to the memory, it really isn't anything significant, so I always wondered why I kept it.

I still remember dreams and nightmares I had from when I was 4 or 5. In fact, one of the characters from a reoccuring nightmare actually made an appearance in one of my dreams a few months ago. This time he wasn't quite as scary though. :thumbsup:

I was about 2 1/2-3 with mine....We lived in the mtns in NC and mother had taken me outside while she hung up the laundry on the clothesline and I was playing on the patio...she had to run back into the house to get more clothes pins and by the time she came back out 2 king snakes had crawled onto the patio and I'd picked them up (yes both of them). To this very day I can hear my mother saying "Shannon Faye put those snakes down right this minute young lady" and I did and they slithered away...then she realized that they were SNAKES (talk about a delayed reaction :lol: )and totally freaked out and yanked me off of the ground and ran me into the house.....I dont ever remember being outside at that particular house again

i remember being in a cardboard box looking up to see my father and grandfather building a house

I can't remember



Mr Mephisto

I'm not sure how old I was, but I remember pushing around an orange on my grandparents' kitchen floor. Not very exciting, but a very vivid memory.

I was 2 or 3 (can't remember, should ask my mom tomorrow.) I was sitting on my mom's lap on the couch in the living room while my dad sat in the kitchen and assembled a ride-on pedal-powered buldozer/backhoe that they had gotten for me. I tried to get up and walk over to him, but my right leg hurt too much to hold my weight.

There are no pictures of this, I've looked through the photo albums, and nobody told me about it. I'll check tomorrow to see if mom remembers what time of year it was and why my leg hurt so much.

Hard to say. It all gets jumbled up for me, and I can't put specific ages on anything. I remember at one point, I decided that I wanted to be a kangaroo. I proceeded to use my underwear as my "pouch." I know I was at MOST 3. Probably closer to 2.

I have many memories from about 3-4, I can't exactly place order.

I remember having some kind of heat stroke inside our car (lived in Texas).
I remember when I ate a bunch of pink pills because I thought they tasted good, and I slightly remember a bath of ice after that.
I remember seeing snow on Christmas. I remember finding a cat on that Christmas I think.
I remember when I flushed a banana peel down the toilet, and we had to get a plumber to come. I also remember setting my popsicle down on the top of our nintendo so I could unpause and play Mario more, our NES soon stopped working after that I think.
I remember when I was with my mom and we ran out of gas at the light before the gas station, people had to push us into the gas station.
I remember getting the Donatello ninja turtle action figure.
I remember my dad coming back at the end of October from Saudi Arabia (desert shield), my mom crying, and that it was dark outside.

I think that's all

i was climber as a kid. it's very faded but i remember climbing up on a windowsill so my toes were on the sill and my hands and face on the glass. just staring out the window.....

My first post.

So, I have this early memory of being in the car with my mom and dad. I'm in the back seat and I'm leaning towards the middle of the front seat. We are going down a big hill towards a large body of water. The water is the result of a flood & it has eclipsed the road. I become very anxious & quite frightened as we get closer.

Here's where it gets strange - I was telling a cousin about this "memory" a couple of years ago & my mom overhears. She presses for details & I give what I can.

She tells me that it is her memory. Never happened to me.

So, did I just hear my mother tell this story once, or were one or some of her memories passed to me in the womb?

I think the first explanation is the truer, but dammit if it doesn't seem like my own memory. I mean, I can see the sights and experience the emotions of that moment.

Funny how the mind can become convinced of things given time.

The earliest memory I have is one from my christening. I remember an Aunt and my Dad plain as day. Not sure why that stands out but that's it....life was certainly easier back in that day!

Actually, you won't believe this, but when I was born, my dad was carrying me down the hall from the nursery of the hospital to my mother for the first time after I was cleaned and what-not. I remember looking into his eyes. How do I know this is true? I told him one time, and he said that he remembered looking at me and being amazed at how alert I was, staring right back into his eyes.

I have a lot of memories from around the time I was three or four. Those were great times. Some major events some minor. I remember painting the trees blue because I thought it was a pretty color and cutting down all my mothers flowers because I was sure my rubber knife was in there and I thought they were weeds. I remember picking and eating fresh asparagus that use to grow wild along the ditch by the house. I remember getting kicked by a horse, boy do I remember that.

My early memories are way too jumbled up. I really have no idea which memories are real and which aren't. I just remember the house we used to live in.

My earliest memeory - asking my mother for a "nanny-jug" my chilchood name for breastfeeding. I was breastfed until I was 2 I think.

My next most earliest memory is climbing on my parents bed and snuggling up to Mom. Dad telling me that it was his turn to snuggle with me and tickling me. I was rolling around on bed and playing. Very good memories.

My first memory is when I was under the age of 18 months. I was in a stroller and this lady in a white blouse with big hair was handing me a sheet of candy buttons. My mother doubted this memory until I described, in perfect detail, the layout of the apartment we were in-we moved from the complex when I was 18 months old.
Regressional therapy brought out other memories of my life as a small child, but none so innocuous, yet pleasant, as that one.

My first memory is getting my ass whupped by my grandfather for peeing on the couch during the night. Can't say he didn't warn me the evening before. The next distinct memory is my mother bringing me outside as my father got home from work and him lifting out this huge tricycle, I must have been about three. I believe it was for my birthday. My next memory is sitting on my father's lap at my mother's funeral asking questions the following early summer and not really understanding what was going on.

A billy goat stealing my sandwich when my family was camping at Mt.Kid near Calgary. I also remember sitting in a bucket and getting stuck.

I'm 27...borderline 28....and I remember the emergency room at Hamot Hospital in Erie, Pennsylvania....Kenny Rogers playing in the waiting room....my mother was in an accident, with me in the car...and they were treating her injuries, and I was waiting in the waiting room.... "Lady" was the song, and I remember it vividly....that's the furthest back I can remember...I was almost 2 at the time..which is good....that I can remember that far....because I can't remember relatives from two years ago....I had a stroke at 22 that took a GREAT deal of my memory...but for some reason...I remember THAT....still

First real memory was from my 4th birthday, I got a nerf basketball set and I was enamored with it.

What got me thinking though was this: I didn't recall the details of this day until I saw a picture of me playing with the set about a year ago.