What's your youngest memory?
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my youngest memory is probably getting my hand slammed by a car door at 3 years old
@dragonFace
ow.. sounds like an aggressive car door.. they really should start controlling car doors better you know, letting them walk around thinking they own the place slamming peoples fingers in themselves, pushing peoples heads down toilets.. its just the demise of the free world…
I remember giving myself my first short haircut and my mom’s reaction to seeing it.
setting a bed on fire, around 3
Sitting in one of those baby roller scooter things that are supposed to help you get used to being upright. It was yellow. There were three flowers that were attached to the front, blue and purple, and I rotated them. I suppose that would have been at about a year old or so?
I really remember before I could talk or walk, having an epiphiny about the concept of memory. I realized that there were things I forgot and I made a decision to remember that moment. I was sitting in front of a fireplace. When I described it later to my mom she said it was our house in New Mexico that we moved from when I was an infant.
I remember very distinctly turning 3 and saying “I’m free, I’m free” with the full knowledge that I should be saying “I’m three, I’m three” and getting the greatest kick out of just how cute everyone else thought it was.
My newly born brother coming home from the hospital. I was about three.
When I was 2 our family moved into a new house. I remember being too short to reach the light switch in my bedroom.
oh I have one really special memory that I remember even when I around 1–2 years old. I was looking out at the railroad in my apartment’s veranda and saw a train whoosh by…it was one of the strongest memory in my life and it explains my fascination for trains. Even though I can’t remember anything else, that one picture I still remember…
I remember 40 years ago to the day this other kid, kicking me in the face. So I kicked him out of my womb right, cause I may live in crap but I don’t take it from anyone. The some dude grabs my feet and pulls me screaming from my home. Sucks man.
I am standing in a little concrete yard behind my grandma’s house. I have on a blue dress and my white hair is blowing in my face. On the other side of a green fence, there are people talking but I can’t understand what they are saying and I smell cooking but it smells different than anything else I ever smelled. I hear my mother and grandmother talking in the room behind me. They are talking about the baby that is coming soon. The thing I am feeling most is that I miss my Daddy and I wish he would come home soon.
When I was about 8 I asked my grandmother about why her house had changed. She told me that house was one she had inherited in North Beach, a heavily Italian neighborhood. My parents and grandparents moved to the City the summer I was 2 and we had only lived there a month while my Dad was looking for work in the surrounding suburbs. By the time my brother was born, the next month, that house had been sold and had moved to where my father’s new job was.
I was going to say a memory from when I was four, I think. However, when tb1570 said his memory was his brother coming home at three, it reminded me of a memory from when I was three and a half, and we had to go to my grandparents house for Christmas, since my mother was in the hospital having my sister. Funny, I don’t remember my sister coming home. Just the red firetruck I got.
@Bri_L – Is today your birthday? Happy birthday!
@daloon So you’ve always had your priorities in order <:P
My father beating my mother. It only happened that one time. I was an infant but I clearly remember details. I once asked my mother about the memories I was having and sure enough, it was real.
Happy bday fellow Pisces.
To answer the question, my first memory is of me spilling a drink and running to my mom for protection. Then I remember getting hit by my dad and my mom crying. I must have been about 4 or 5.
new years eve in 1997at 2 years old
I was 3 or 4 and my mom had just finished making butterscotch pudding for that night’s dessert. While she was putting the individual cups she had filled into the refridgerator I asked if I could have mine now. She said no.
I waited until she left the kitchen and then got into the fridge, ate my cup, and put the empty back inside. Not long afterwards my crime was discovered and she made me go and sit on the couch. I still clearly remember thinking to myself I’ll show her. I’m gonna poop my pants.
So I did. When she came in to tell me I could get up and realized what I had done, she made me sit there longer. I have never forgotten the feeling of sitting in a load of shit and have never done that again.
@aprilsimnel , Judi and tinyfaery – thanks very much. To celebrate. i had my teeth cleaned.
the taste and look of the red paint on my wooden bed. I kept biting and sucking on it from the moment I had my first teeth. You can still see the marks.
Finally managing to climb out of that bed when I was around 10m old. I remember hitting my head on the floor, but not the pain. And then hiding under my parents’ bed. They spent hours looking for me, thinking I’d been kidnapped.
Hope it wasn’t lead paint.
My earliest memories are from an apartment in which we lived when I was under three. We moved to a house when I was not quite three.
I remember the Venetian blinds and the old phonograph that my mother played there.
Bringing a photo album to my mother’s friend at 3 years old. I remmeber it because I was unhappy to be told to do it!
I was 2.
I was in an arts and crafts class at Good Shepherd Pre School.
We were doing a project that involved glueing things.
A woman came around to each of the kids with a tiny thing of glue for us to finger-glue with.
My glue was in a small red plastic frisbee-like container.
I put my finger in the glue and began to work on my project.
Nothing of consequence occurred.
My youngest memory is of typing this post.
My oldest memory is from when I was right around 2 and at a funeral for my uncle, standing outside in the rain.
Right around that same time, I have a couple memories of the baby sitter I stayed with and one day when we walked down the street to see a car ablaze and being put out by firemen.
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@Bri_L – Happy Birthday!
I remember that I had Thai for lunch on Monday….
No, wait, that was yesterday.
@aprilsimnel
You better not have just copied me. Watch it!
Anyways, my 1st senior moment was when I was at this indoor slide-place thing and I went to the bathroom, and an automatic toilet flushed and scared me so much that I cried for the rest of the day. The first sign of me and toilet not going together. I was about 3, and the first memory :S.
None of my earliest memories are good ones. It’s sad that several of us are in the same boat. :(
Thanks Fireside, Scamper!
Holding my dad’s hand and looking up at an entire wall of tools at a hardware store. From my level, it looked a mile high. We figure I must have been about three at the time.
Guess my lifelong love of tools started there. Or it could be in my genes.
Aww, you’re more than welcome @Bri_L! I hope it was a good one:D
My earliest memory was getting a swat for climbing on a shelf in the kitchen when I was 2…owwie!!
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