what is the furthest back you can remember?

I remember my baby brother and Mom coming home from the hospital after he was born. I was 2 1/2 years old.

 

I definitely can recall things from when i was around 3, stuff like tv shows that only ran while i was 3 and being in nursery.

 

I have clear memories of my third birthday. I remember my dad sitting me down and giving me one of the annual life lessons he gave me every year around my birthday. I don't remember exactly what he told me but it was something about choosing your enemies wisely. My Dad didn't teach me a lot. But the little "sit downs" he had with me really shaped who I am today. He's always been a 'teach the man to fish' kind of guy. Anyways, he told me a story about choosing my enemies and knowing the right time to fight. Then he handed me my birthday gift, which was a plastic bow with suction cup arrows. And in the bottom of the box was a dream catcher and a couple of arrowheads he had got from his friends at the Ute reservation (I still have the arrowheads but I gave away my dream catchers when I learned the art of lucid dreaming). I remember being so excited when he told me to go outside and make him proud, I leaped off of our front porch and immediately began firing arrows at the first thing I saw. Which happened to be my Dad's truck. By the time he made it to the porch there were a half dozen arrows sticking to the side of his new truck. He acted like he was gonna beat my chubby little ass, but then took me to the back yard and told me I couldn't run around the neighborhood till I could pick better targets.

I cherish that memory. Most people say 3 is too young to remember things so clearly but my memory doesn't work like most people. Besides this one, I vividly remember events that happened as young as five. I can recall in detail, events so accurate that it honestly scares my older family members. I can't remember what I ate earlier today, but I can still smell the food on the table and see the facial expressions on everyone's face on specific days of my early childhood.

 

My earliest strong recollection:

The middle of fall in Sacramento, late morning, standing on the side walk,
my older brother running out of the front door yelling, " John F. Kennedy's been shot! John F. Kennedy's been shot!"
I was 2 1/2 years old.

- JKHolman

 

Probably around 3, but just a couple snapshots. Sometimes I wonder if I really remember those things, or if the images have been constructed in my head based on old photos, home videos, and stories.

 

Weed will do that, lol.

 

One and a half. We had gone out to eat at a restaurant. For some reason I was sitting on my Dad's lap. I kept picking up his meat and putting it on the table. He kept putting it back on his plate. This happened over and over. I don't know if he ended up eating or not.

 

When was crawling at 2, and annoyed I could not tell anyone if I was angry, upset, hungry, or just soiled myself.

 

About 8 when I was temporarily paralyzed due to an illness, now I can't seem to remember five minutes ago....:-/

 

I remember meeting my baby brother for the first time when I was 4. I don't remember much before that, I definitely don't remember life without my brother.

 

Yeah, I have no pictures either.

 

oh the early 70s

 

yep, i don't remember much before my early 20s.

 

I remember a lot of the dreams I had before I could walk. I remember lying in the bed, not being able to get out and wanting someone to come in the room with me. I could hear the people in my house talking. I also remember my mom washing me in the bathroom and grandma washing me in the sink. So I was under 1 years old.