you'r earliest memory

skaring the witz out of my mom by standing on the edge of the recently poored basement wall, our house was going to be built on top of. i being all of maybe a year and a half, if that, at the time. actually that's not my earliest memory either, just the most memorable enough to tell about. hell i even remember my first birthday and the damd baloons exploding when they drifted over the heating duct scaring the crap out of me. and even before that, being weighed, right after i was first born, and even before that debating with myself whether i wanted to be born and living, knowing that by doing so i would become addicted to living and not want to die which being born and living would mean i would some day have to do. for that matter, i have memories of the dreams i dreamt inside my mother's womb before i was born. and of their possibly containing things that didn't exist yet on this earth at that time. some of which might still not.

 

Lol. I know the feeling

 

I remember when my brother locked me in a suitcase when i was like 6 or 7 because he didnt like me and wanted to get rid of me

 

I was 2 and I remember looking out the window of the airplane while crossing the ocean. I still remember that there was nothing but water to be seen.

 

The earliest memory I have is when I was really young and riding a tricycle through the house and on the deck lol

 

I remember havin my nappy changed, i was about 2 years, an remember laying in me cot an listening to the birds singing.

 

I was 3 and at playschool, drinking milk and singing 5 currant buns in the bakers shop!!

 

I have a very clear memory of being sat in front of the television to watch a "very important event" ... and of being totally underwhelmed by the spectacle of this little white dot in the middle of the screen which was gradually getting smaller. All the grown-ups thought it was marvellous, but I'd far prefer to have been able to watch The Magic Roundabout.

Anyway ... the event was the launch of the first moonshot in August 1969 .... so I was not quite 2.

After that I have quite a few fragmented memories from when I was 3 and 4 ... but I'd struggle to put them into any sort of coherent order or sequence.

From age 5 onwards I have quite a lot of good, clear memories. Some of them pelasant, some of them not-so-pleasant. :mickey:

 

At 3 years old your brain becomes totally rewired, and that's why most memories don't happen til after 3. (learned that from my biology teacher a few days ago)

Having said that... I remember when I was just 1 year old. I was sitting in my car seat and my mom got her hand caught in the door. I was screaming and crying, and wish I could communicate to her, but I couldn't. Then finally she gathered enough strength to open the door on her own. She got her hand out and thats all I remember.

I also have memories from 3 and 4 of just sitting by my tox box playing with toys, or sitting in front of the tv with my little plastic table eating snacks and watching power rangers. Awwh the days before any responsibilities!

 

i have multiple and quite vived memories from before my third birthday. including several from before my actual birth. i won't call what i have from previous lives, memories exactly, because memory as such doesn't work that way, or does it. well at any rate for the most part it does seem to require a physical brain. but one might be able to re-extract impressions from the inhierent preferences pre-existing at the time of first consciousness, be that at birth, or a relative short time, that might traumatically seemed like for ever, before then.

you are NOT supposed to wake up inside the womb before you are born. i did. i remember the sensation of unbearable crampedness, the only escape from which was to retreat back into dreams of previous lives. i remember my first birthday. the first time i saw a model railroad, freeking out my mother by standing on the very formwork for the basement of a house that was to become ours. my dad taking me to work at the railroad switch tower where he was working at the time. pushing the reset button for the ats on the back of the tender of a hudson. all of these in buffalo new york, before we moved out to california, which we did WHEN i was three. i remember the neighbor girl my age in the park. and the just big enough to ride on fire truck that was left behind in the move.

 

When I was three years old playing on the swings with my sister, it was in a grassy backyard of a kind of crappy apartment. I also remember a bottle of soda being on the grass in front of me. weird.

 

I think this thread has made me realize how absolutely horrible my memory actually is. The first real memories I can think of are in 1st grade and they aren't even clear enough to say anything particular, just remembered the teacher and a friend I had.

 

Filling my diaper right after it was changed..... Thinking "You stupid idiot, now you're going to get yelled at". I was probably 1 year old or less.

Odd thing was my internal dialog was in my present adult voice, it always has been.

 

Inside military barracks, with my father. A small room, with many storage-lockers, of sort.

 

when my brother put me in a suitcase to try to get rid of me

 

Not sure... I was still learning how to talk... so maybe 2-3? I'd been living in Kalgoorlie with my parents at the time. Instead of Kalgoorlie I'd call it "goo-ley" whenever they asked me where I lived.

I can remember digging in some dirt with a palstic shovel and bucket. My dog at the time was playing under some tarp.

Another time I was about four I think. I was jumping on a trampoline with the same dog and attempting to play fetch with him. I'd thrown the ball and he'd get it then jump on the trampoline with me. I'd grab the ball from out of his mouth and throw it again.

 

I was three years old when we got our first TV ( summer/fall 1954). I remember everyone was excited but all that was on the TV was baseball. (must have been the world series or something) It was so boring. I have hated baseball my entire life.

Around the same time my sisters and I were playing in the basement. They put me in a baby carriage. The top of the carriage covered half way and could be moved forward or back. I had my hands on the rails and one of my sisters pushed the top back and it crushed my hand. I ended up with a badly bruised hand and losing a finger nail. I am sure someone got in trouble for that.

I remember the first day of kindergarten (also four) when I was so afraid that I thought if I hid under the seat on the bus that the driver would just take me home. Instead he carried me into the school. How embarrassing!

I am not sure how old I was for my earliest memory. Our family had gone out to eat. I was too young to get a meal at a restaurant. I was sitting on my father's lap. When his meal came, I reached out and picked up the meat on his plate and put it on the table. He put it back on his plate. I picked it up again and put it on the table. This went on for a while. I thought it was a game. Who knows what he thought.

 

Fillin my dipers whilst crawling onto the floor of our first flat and wondering who my oldest sister was and why she kept giving me legos. I was about one or two.

 

I remember going inside the hospital with my dad, to visit my newborn baby brother. We had bought a stuffed animal for him, and I dropped it.
I was 2 years and 2 month old.

 

I feel like I'm better at remembering the memories from infancy till 11 but lately my memory seems suppressed.
I do believe I remember being in my moms womb before I was born.
I remember the sneaking out of my crib trying to sleep with my parents and getting scared of this statue of an ancient African Americans woman's face.
I remember catching tad-pools in a cup.
A dream I had about Frankenstein chasing me around the house.
Swinging in a strapped up baby swing on our tree in the back with koolaid in a baby bottle.
Too much to even write, thanks for this thread.