you'r earliest memory

No. They recall in less pieces though.

I can

I've always had a really good memory. I always thought it was because I've always noticed all the small, largely insignificant things.

 

It may sound crazy but ive got the memory of my 2nd or 3rd birthday in my head, I can see it visually sometimes and its like a high. Like I see me walking around as a little guy through my grandparents house that got burnt down, and going into a room and someone was playing a guitar, its crazy like when I think about it I can see it. I cant remember alot of my child hood though.

 

I remember splitting my head open and going to the ER at the age of 2. I was in the hospital when it happened because my little brother was being born at the time. I was excited to finally leave with a new baby brother and I was running down the hallway backwards and my mom yells "watch out" I turn around and crash my head on a sharp corner of a metal supply cart. Had to get stitches.

I also remember being able to legibly paint the words "quality market" in finger paint at the age of 3. I shit you not.

 

when i was 3 or 4, a man on a horse passed by our house. i was sitting next to the window and our house was at a very populated part of the town where a horse with a rider would be the most unlikely thing you will see. i saw that and called my mother and bro to see. i had never seen a horse in front me. it was so huge. i was thrilled. that's my earliest memory.

 

Standing up in my cot, which was beside my parents big bed. The room was black but the door was open a crack with light shining through. I gripped the bars and they were cold, and I felt incredibly alone.

Mum says they moved the cot to another room when I was 2

 

During the Blizzard of 78' I remember my mother telling me I couldn't play outside because the snow was too deep (about 40 inches)




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i was almost 2 years old. my "mother" slapped me across the face and broke my jaw.

i underwent several different surgeries to repair my jaw.
i remember the pain and, having my jaw re-set and wired shut.

since that time i chew with a somewhat of a cross bite and, my jaw makes popping noises when i chew.

my "mother" always claimed she never broke my jaw. she said my brother hit me in the face by accdent with a stray baseball and, that is how i got a broken jaw.
both my brother and sister where there when she slapped me and saw everything.
they always told me my memory of the event was correct.

 

The light hurt my eyes.

 

when i was 3 or 4 my family visited my uncle's farm. my dad and uncle walked out through the cow pasture and i saw and wanted to follow them. i didn't know there was an electric fence around the pasture and ran into it with my face. i remember being scared shitless and in pain and crying. my big sister was with me, and though i don't remember this part, she told me i did it again a little while later.

i have great respect for electricity now, hahah.

 

memories before age 2-3 would be purely sensual , that is , without the words you have been trained to catagorize and interpret memories with . most children of this culture have been intensely programmed with a social language such as English . yet , prior to that , you were not unintelligent . everything you ever have been is still you . remember you the egg if you want to . why even try ? because it is to feel wholeness . why would that be good ? so as to then touch all of life respectful of all you are and all you can know .

i spose there are psy methods like Re-Birthing that attend to this - but i think just a soft , quiet intention of touching mama ocean/ mother earth is good enough . ooo , the warm !

 

The crib playing with a little green segmented snake. At 3 or 4,the neighbor boy locking me in a closet when my so-called parents went somewhere. He was 13. I still am claustrophobic as hell. He used to shoot me with a BB gun when I was riding my trike and made me cut my drum open to "see whats inside". Nice kid. My long term memory is very good. ---(Now if I can remember where my dick is,I'll go take a pee.)

 

My earliest memory is probably me and my Mum painting on the kitchen table in my old house when I was about 2 ish.

 

i think i must have been a baby bcos i was laying in my pram, (it became my sisters pram when i was 17months old) in the garden, looking up at the sky and clouds... i remember feeling very startled by the grocery delivery mans face, suddenly filling where once was a beautiful sky...

 

We got our first television when I was four. I remember sneaking downstairs early in the morning and turning it on and watching the test pattern. Often, it would be hours before the first program came on, and I'd fall back asleep on the floor while waiting.

 

I think the earliest memory I have which is vivid and detailed ie. not a memory created around old photos and family narratives, is of falling out of the backseat of a moving car when I was about 4. P reg (1975) Ford Cortina, bright orange bodywork, chocolate brown roof.. oh yeah, very tasty. Of course, no seat belts or child locks, round a corner, door opens and I tumble out, roll over a couple of times and slide to a halt on a grass verge.

Did it hurt? Well, it never actually happened. Sure, the car was real, as was the corner, grass verge etc. I'd probably been around that corner hundreds of times in that car.. with emphasis on 'IN that car'. Yet that is still my most vivid childhood memory - a construct with only a partial basis in objective reality. happy days

but hey, saunter along the paths of cognition and you start to see that that is pretty much what memory is anyway.

 

I have memories back from before I could speak. I can remember toddeling around my first home climbing up cabnets and getting into all sorts of trouble. I remember snapping all of my dads pastel set... which really pissed him off.

I remember once he locked me in my room to keep me from raising holy hell (I was a terrible kid lol) and I had a dream that Ronald McDonald was filling my house with water and I couldn't get out because I was locked in the room.

I had to be 3 at the time.

 

well, I woke up in my front yard this morning...

 

One of my most vivid moments occurred as I was walking down the stairs from my bedroom and Styxx was singing Babe on the radio - I was either 4 or 5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FIOjLwwj-U"]YouTube - Styx- Babe



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Finding the Chocolate easter bunny without a head on the bumper of my Grannies VW Bug and being freaked out about squirrels for a while after that. (the head eating culprits) I was about 2

 

I remember reaching for the gigantic flash attachment to somebody's polaroid camera and them pulling it away from me. They took a group picture of all the kids that night and I was barely 3 at the time.