Your earliest memories, anyone?

[cindybubbles]

What was the earliest moments that you can ever remember in your life? And how old were you then?

For example, I remember as a baby (maybe one year old?) using the coffee table to hold myself up as I walked. I also remember meeting a blond girl about my age in preschool.

What about you?

[NorthernZel]

I remember one-and-a-half-year-old (maybe two?) me taking off my shoes and shift to slippers at my grandparents' apartment. That's my earliest memory.

[Kittish]

My earliest memory isn't a happy one. I was about 4, and my female biological unit had locked me out of the house and I had to use the bathroom. I wound up pooping in my pants because she wouldn't let me in, then I got in trouble for the accident.

[Ironclad Alibi]

My earliest memories are when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I remember my grandmother balancing pieces of bread on the front of an electric space heater to make toast. Around the same time period I remember getting a tea set for Christmas.

[firecat88]

My earliest memories are of the hospital where I had physical therapy when I was about 3-ish. They would do regular fundraiser fashion shows featuring the kids who did therapy there (myself included) and, one day, even did a talent show. I sang 'Dreams to Dream' from Fievel Goes West and it was my first time singing in front of an audience.

[morgana]

My earliest memories are . . . not pleasant.

I've told the "kidney infection/out of body experience" story on here before. I vaguely remember the hospital from that incident, but not much of the incident itself.

The other early memory (which was probably only months away from that one, now that I think about it) was what triggered my lifelong arachnophobia.


SAFE SPACE -- If spiders bother you, quit now. --



I mean it. Click another thread.



Okay, last chance . . .


I was three; my little sister was about four months old, and taking up most of Mom's time. That was okay; I was a solitary child.

Our house had a porch with a crawl space underneath. It made a wonderful play palace for a solitary toddler with a vivid imagination.

That day, I was making up stories about the lovely silver curtain that had draped itself over one corner of my pleasant little den. It was new, but it never occurred to me to wonder how it had gotten there; it was pretty and silky and shiny and that was plenty.

Looking back from an adult perspective, that curtain was about 18 inches long and maybe two inches thick.

Have you guessed yet?

It was a nursery web. And that day was 'birthday'.

The web erupted; I don't know whether they were hungry or if I was just in the way, but . . .

I rolled out of the crawl space literally covered in tiny, tiny spiders. Mom and one of the neighbors heard me screaming and came running.

They took the garden hose to me, to get the little demons off me. I have no idea how many I swallowed, but by nightfall I was a rashy mess.

I had nightmares for years, and still can't even watch a large spider on TV.


'Scuse me, gonna go scrub myself and now.

[dawnfire]

This memory is strange as there is no visual, just sound and movement. I'm probably an infant at the time. I'm being rocked by my mum as she is singing "you are my sunshine".

[Tama]

Morgana-- So watching Big Ass Spiders is a no go for tonight then?

Mine is cutting my hand on a pair of meat scissors.

[MoonCat]

Hmm, the one I remember best is being about 4 or 5 years old. My mom was doing some ironing and stopped to deal with one of my sisters who was a baby then. I thought I'd be helpful and picked up the iron. It was heavy so I put my hand under it so I wouldn't drop it.

Yep. After that all I remember is crying really hard and my mom soaking my hand in cold water and Bactine for hours. Must've worked well because it healed fine.

[cindybubbles]

My earliest memory isn't a happy one. I was about 4, and my female biological unit had locked me out of the house and I had to use the bathroom. I wound up pooping in my pants because she wouldn't let me in, then I got in trouble for the accident.

I'm so sorry that your earliest memory wasn't a good one.

What was the earliest happy moment that you could remember?

[Argabarga]

I can only go back to 4 years old or so.

I remember getting stung by a bee that somehow got into the backseat of Mom's 1980 Honda Civic (silver w/ black lower stripes) and crying my head off.

Around the same time frame, I recall playing in my room in our family's old house when we lived in the city, specifically my HO model train set and matchbox cars.

I remember the transformer on the telephone pole in the alley behind us exploding one night and lighting up the sky

I remember getting the bejeezus scared out of me at the homecoming parade that year by a guy in a bug costume, who was just trying to be entertaining

And I remember my old security blanket, purple w/ a yellow fringe, hand-knitted by my Grandma.

[AnaKhouri]

My birthday and having an Oscar the Grouch cake- that was my 2nd birthday. I don't actually know if this is a real memory or if my parents described it enough that my brain thinks it's a memory.

[mathnerd]

I remember running out of the front door and looking up to see snowflakes falling, then looking back at my mother.

It snowed once in Miami, FL in human memory. January 19, 1977. I was born in December of 1975, so I was about 13 months old. The memory is like a video clip, and very short; maybe 10 seconds. I'm assuming it was something that was so out of the ordinary, and the adults were making such a huge deal out of it, that the memory stuck (unlike the snow).

[Kittish]

I'm so sorry that your earliest memory wasn't a good one.

What was the earliest happy moment that you could remember?

I got a puppy when I was maybe 5. Lots of fun playing with it. Only had him about a month though, the female biological unit realized that she would actually have to do some work helping take care of it, which she couldn't be bothered with, so she gave it away. Pretty much all of my memories from childhood are like this, brief moments of happiness spoiled by her because she was incredibly selfish and self-centered. Another example- I taught myself how to read before I started kindergarten. Loved books, we moved so often they were frequently my only friends. I would read out loud in my room (quietly, mind you). She didn't like it, because she could *gasp* hear me, so she took my books away. I didn't see or hear anything of it, but there must have been a terrific row between her and my dad over that, because just a couple of days later I got them back. When I was, oh around 12 I swore to myself that I would never be like her. So far I think I've managed to keep that vow.

[Blue Ginger]

My earliest memory is from just before my 2nd birthday. All I have is a few seconds of sitting on a metal bed with my dad and 2 people in white all trying to get me to pee on the bed.

I was in the Royal kids getting tests done on my kidneys because they weren't functioning right. In really simple terms, because my parent's can't remember the technical stuff, there was a problem with my plumbing that was causing some fluids to go back into the kidneys instead of out causing near constant kidney infections.

Mum and dad had just gotten me toilet trained so I refused to pee on the bed. Dad had to take me to the toilet and then rush me back so they could get all the data they needed.

Apparently, the 2 docs had no idea a small child could hold on that long with the amount of fluids they were pumping in.

The issue gradually resolved itself without surgery but I still need to get yearly tests to make sure the kidneys are still good.