I'm always amazed at how early an age people remember a time in their childhood.
That, and this will help me with a hub I'm working on.
My first memory is at the age about 6 and I was playing with a life size Raggedy Anne Doll.
Unless it was a dream, but it was to vivid I think to have been one.
My next memory after that wasn't until I was 8.
What do you remember?
my first dream was re accuring i would close my eyes and as you drift from light sleep to deep sleep for some reason i was stuck in between the two falling and falling and struggled to wake up yes i was awake but asleep if you know what i mean. dont get it anymore thank god.
I was playing with my sister in the sand I was 5 years old and we are having fun until it rained so hard, then we ran and go get the chicken to their places, we ran around like crazy taking all the chicken and the chicks to their places, but I get some chicks and the mother hen was angry at me, ran after me and I was sliding at the rain, muddied and was scared of the mother hen, my mother let us in the house, We live in a farm and we have poultry and piggery.
WoW! Kimberlyslyrics, you certainly picked one to ponder...seems it's got us all responding.
My earliest "good" memory is sitting on a step stool in the coolness of my grandmothers root cellar. I loved it there because it always smelled like strawberries.
I sit and comb my dolls hair and look at the jars of fruits and veggies that lined the shelves. It would be so cool in there in the summertime that I'd often fall asleep there.
I went back to her house as an adult, and even though there were less jars than I remembered the scent of strawberries still lingered.
I remember the time i was small and my mom will put me to bed
She means a lot to me and I am glad to have her!
My earliest memory is of white rooms and a toy dog that I used to talk to....I miss scruffy!!!!!!
OMG me too! The very Same, wait, you were in it............... me bad
I was in your dream...ding dong!! hope I was very naughty!
I remember being 2 years old and getting up while my mother slept on the couch and my older sister slept on the top bunk.
I went into the kitchen, climbed up on the counter and into the cupboard where my mom kept her matches. I got the matches and returned to my room.
Sitting on my bed, I started lighting matches, which of course didn't light. All of a sudden my bed was on fire! I ran out to wake my mom who got my sister and must have called the fire department. The next thing I remember is hiding in the stairway to the basement when a fireman opened the door to talk to me.
My next memory? Age 4, again starting a fire. This time with my sister and we were behind a swivel-rocker in the living room.
Firestarter ....twisted firestarter...funky mistigator!
my next memory from years old is: going down the street to my friends house and being told to be home by a certain time. When I went home (at the appointed hour) my mother and sister were gone! I must've went back to my friends house...
Mine was sledding on a hill in our backyard with my mom when I was about three. Why my memory decided to latch on to that, I'll never know. Sure was fun though!
I remember being in a dark warm uterus… sooooooo nice and cozy… I never wanted to leave
No wait… that’s not my first memory,.. that was last Saturday night
My first memory is sitting on the floor in the kitchen of my grandparents house, playing with a small white toy cooker, while my mum was in hospital giving birth to my sister.
Closely followed by seeing my sister in the hospital, and also sleeping at my grandparents for the same reason and not liking it, even though I loved them, because it wasn't my bed.
All of those memories are from the same few days when I was three and a half, but I don't have any other memories for ages.
My son, who is almost ten, can remember very specific details from the age of two including conversations and really obscure things, but maybe that's because he doesn't have to look back so far.
my first memory was of Waynet and some blow up doll? It was too big for me and I didn't have any fun. I must of been as young as 43.
I always have this trouble of a big one, it's a curse I tell ya!!
well do something about it would ya, It frightens me and how can we play now? And don't bring those nipples up.
I can't exactly put these in chronological order though, but it's definitely when I was a little kid. My dad and brother were teaching me how to ride a bike without training wheels. We were in the backyard between two apple trees, and they would fling me back and forth as a I wobbled this way and that while screaming.
My first memory? I was playing with my little friend. Her mother made cookies for us. It was raining then on the way home while my mother was driving we were involved in a head-on collision with an eighteen wheeler. I was in coma for 3 days.
My earliest memory is walking along the road with my mum and my granny. I was crying to be lifted because I was tired, but got told I was almost home. Then one of them lifted me up and I could see the house right there in front of me. The grass verge at the side of the road had obscured my vision.My mum has since told me I was only about 18 months old at the time.
Jumping up and down on the bed when I was about two and breaking all the springs :p
One of my first memories was on my sixth birthday, I remember grabbing a slice of birthday cake, running outdoors and across the street to being hit by a car and flying through the air and landing on my head, causing me to spend weeks int the Childrens Hospital in Montreal, the nice part was receiving lots of toys from the man who ran me over, he must have felt so badly, also the ice-cream and jello the nurses fed me.
My sister lifting me into the bath and me trying to tell her that I still had my socks on - I can remember what she was wearing and the colour of the room.
good to see you question; was your sister wearing socks? If you can remember.
hey you back !
My sister was ten or eleven years old and apparently it was when I was just starting to talk - my first recorded incident of somebody NOT listening to me, but definitely not the last LOL
I remember her face looked real big and her hair style !
How have you been without me ?
darn. I can't remember what I was going to say. I hate that.
It's sometimes hard to distinguish a thought memory from a reminded memory after looking at old photos of yourself or your family.
I seem to have a rather photographic memory (even without the actual photos). I can recall an ice storm where the power went off for a long time. My parents took my brother and I to a Chinese restaurant, as that was the only thing open that still had the power on. I must have been maybe 5. I remember not liking the meal much.
I remember looking down at off-white linolium flooring and looking up at wood varnished cabinets in tiny kitchen in Michigan. I'm not sure how old I was, but to put things in perspective, I moved to Texas when I was four.
I must have been 2 or 3 because I remember being in a "big girl bed"! (smile) My memory has never changed, though the pieces of a murky and twilight-zonish memory have gained more realistic explanations over the years. In my three year old mind, it was scary. I would sit in bed, wide-eyed, listening to the little elf-ish squad of hall-roamers marching in perfect time up and down the hallway. I would pull my covers up to my nose and pretend not to hear them. I don't rememebr where I thought they were marching to, maybe to the kitchen for food. I just remember the repetition of that hollow echo in their steps. Knock, knock, knock, knock. It was creepy, but the kind of creepy you from "Drop Dead Fred" or "Beetlejuice", not horror flick creepy.
Anyway, making a long story even longer, I always thought these hall gnomes lived in the black box under my parent's bed and I would sometimes sneek a fast peak under the dust ruffle in the mornings to make sure there were no stragglers.
I, well the 3 year old I, contrived this entire scenario from a combination of the ticking grandfather clock and my father's trumpet case under his bed - guess it's no wonder I love writing now!
this is probably a disgusting memory but it is my first. School first week, could not open the door that led out to toilet, seemed to think, if i ignored the call of nature it would go away. I drank my horrible milk they used to make you drink at school, then eh guess what a puddle. Two girls who were huge at the time, to me and scary took me home to my mum.
about twenty some years later, i got a job in the same school in the nursery....... the door was still very difficult to open for the kids.... wonder how many puddles have been on the floor.
You did ask
when I was in Kindergarten, we had one bathroom. It had one toilet. Our school had about 90 kids grade k-8. My class had six. One day, I was wearing a jumper. I had to use the restroom, forgot to lock the door, and there was no toilet paper, I didn't know what to do so I sat there. Then a first grade boy went to use the restroom, didnt knock, and walked in. He said "YOUR NAKED!!!" and stood there wide eyed...I said.."yeah, get me some toilet paper."
One of my earliest memories is of my sister and I dancing
together on one of the Bob-Lo boats in the summer. We were four and five years old. The boat traveled from Detroit, where I was born, to a little island called Bob-Lo, where you could picnic, play baseball, and ride on a few rides.
We took many trips there, because our father was the band leader on one of the boats. I remember how proud we were of him on that first trip. Our whole family was there, all of whom are no longer living, except for my sister and I.
My earliest memory is of me stealing a bunch of toy keys from a chemist (the rubbery kind for babies to chew on)...My mum wouldn't buy them for me so I stuck them in my trousers lol....according to my mum I was only about 3 or 4 at the time.
crawling under the kitchen sink to pull out the tupperware. My Mom insited I couldn't possably remember that, but I do. I told her where the dog food was and what the dishes looked like, then she gave me this...
I had never seen the pic before I brought up the memories thing.
on the back it says I was 17 or 18 months.
I have several vivid memories of things that happened at a house we lived in that my mom says we moved from when I was 2 yrs old. One is of our dog that had gotten hit by a car and he was dripping blood on the living room floor. Another was of an owl that was perched on our back porch hooting. Another was the kids next door.
My daughter has memories of things she did before 2 yrs old too because we also changed houses when she was 2.
My first memories was of the car crash at age 17, I dont remember anything before that age!
Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry to hear that. I assume the crash caused the loss of memories before than time. Is there any hope of recovering them over time or with therapy?
Thank you for such honest kindness. As I said KCC, car crash at age 17. I don't remember anything (before) age 17. When I was 17, my doctor said if my memories come back he will be amazed since I had a very bad head injury in the wreck. By the way, I like your monkey photo. The other forum has lots of talk regarding bananas.. have you introduced yourself there?
I hope you don't mind me asking, but judging from your profile info, your accident was quite a few years ago, so it seems you've adjusted to not having those pre-17 yr old memories, right? I just find it so sad, but I assume you're just grateful to be alive. The rest of us really do take our memories for granted.
I'll have to hunt down the banana forum. There's a story behind my monkey avatar. I have a hub called "The Clapping Monkey" that relates how it came about if you're interested.
KCC, in regards to your question, Re: pre- 17 yr old memories" You said you read my profile, right? So, what do you think? Oh..and I'll look for your monkey hub, thanks for promoting it here in the forums!
Susan, wow, that is kinda...sad, but maybe not. Maybe what's missing isn't all good.
One of my very earliest memories (I was about two, I think) was sitting outside, under a pine tree, in a pool of myrtle. That was a good one. I love the color purple ever since!
my first memories are when i was around 5 and playing with my eldest sister..
My first memory, I was 2 and my Mom took me to the shoe store for a new pair of shoes. I did not want the man to touch my feet (guess I was scared) so I kicked him. Don't remember if I got shoes or how embarrassed my Mom was.
My first memory is of what it would be like to live with a woman.
I was in the pram with my twin sister when she drank her milk then all of mine!
First memory is when I was two or three. It was an overcast day, and the sun barely made it through the clouds. My brother was about to run off with the neighbor girl, Who I think he liked, and they were going to go sell kool-aid. And I was crying in a chair in the living room because he didn't want to bring his kid sister with him. I remember crying and crying, hugging my orange blanket, until I finally fell asleep.
> He was mean to little ol' me. Lol. But I forgive him He was like.. 10.
I remember my brother snatching a chocky biscuit off me when I was 2 or 3 and because he was told to give it back he threw it at my head and it shattered into many pieces....it's funny though when we grow up, usually things get better and they did...just when we are kids I suppose!
All memories from age 3:
1. Cutting a record of my singing. My dad was a part-time engineer at a local radio station, and decided to immortalize my voice on an LP. Sadly, I have lost that LP of me singing. But I remember sitting there at the mike and watching as the sound of my voice pegged the meter.
2. Having the chicken pox and wearing pajamas with a pink rosebud print.
3. Being told by my mom that we would soon be going to a new church building for worship services.
I remember when I was 3-4 going to this fairyland themed park. I remember sitting on a big mushroom with my dad. I found pictures of it later.
Certain things also arouse memories that I didn't know I could recall...however, sometimes I forget them again. I do remember many of my dreams from as young as 5. They were so much more vivid.
Umm, sharing ass sights at the kindergarten, around 3 or 4 may be?
now that the thread slowed down I'll try and pick it back up... this morning I remembered to cash a check someone gave me. Funny thing happened, it was for $3.00 and it bounced. Anyone have any wooden nickles?
Okay, I read this forum post a few times since it was started, and was a little depressed to find that I was struggling to remember my early childhood. But I think I got it, my first memory was when I was 4 years old. My family and I were living in New Jersey. My older sister and I would play in the hall next to the stair case, which acted as a perfect place to sit all of my baby dolls. It was cold outside and I decided that my baby doll needed to have her blanket warmed up, so that she could get warm. So I took by babies blanket (a dish towel I swiped from the pile of unfolded laundry on the couch) and threw it on top of the kerosene heater. (it was hot, so I was sure it would work quite nicely as a blanket warmer). It warmed the blanket alright...I am not sure how long it took for the blanket to catch fire-but I know it wasn't long. I remember the smoke alarm going off, my mother running towards us from the kitchen, my father running down the stairs and my tattle tale big sister just pointing at me with a look that said, it wasn't me-she did it (I stood glaring back at her, hoping she would drop dead-what a rat my sister was, lol). Needless to say, I was in trouble-and was sent to sit in my room where I cried. When my Mother came in to check on me, she sat down next to me and hugged me, telling me how much she loved me and how much I scared the heck out of her and my dad. She pulled me onto her lap and squeezed me so hard I couldn't breath, but I didn't care-she was always so busy-she never seemed to hold me like that anymore. I remember the way her perfume smelled and the comfort I got from her embrace as I sat on her lap holding her as close as I could get to her. Even though I was in a heap of trouble, that is not only my first vivid memory, it is one of my most cherished.
Awwww. Shucks Ms. Porter. That thar story warms the cockles of my heart. [You can say cockles here, caint' ya?]
i think you can say it, as long as you say it quietly and to yourself
good point girl
how do we get tim the information?
that hat really is smkin hot
[can i say smkin/rap style?]
however no one has commented on my smokin hot ass and I have had it for 2 days. sigh.
[can I say ass?]
what thread is this again, oh ya mine, so I can hi jack my own thread
Oh contraire my dear friend- I have commented on your tushy twice. Once on your hub and another time in a Forum post... Do not worry, it has been admired
sorry, I did notice, but did not have the time to say so. smokin hot asssssss!!!!
Of course I noticed girl, and yes..you're hot for sure. Same goes for H.C. But you know me..I respect y'all too much.
I suspect your butt has been hot for longer than 2 days though, depending on whether the chair you do your computing from is a nice, breatheable cotton, or black leather..just a thought.
I have many instances which I remember from my early childhood years but the most amazing one was when I was age 4 or 5 running after my dog, Jackie, down hill and missed my step and had a broken knee. The amazing thing was that my dog called up my mother who then saw me with the injury. It died many years back.
My very first memory is one of either two. I'm not sure which came first. I'll relate my favorite.
Sitting on my dad's lap on the rose planter outside our front door while he sang the "with her head tucked underneath her arm" song to us and my older sisters danced barefoot in the dirt. The song was about King Henry being haunted by one or the other of his beheaded wives-
"said he are you jane seymour, anne boleyn, or cathryn parr?
Now how the sweet st. mary ann, should I know who you are
with your head tucked underneath your arm.."
Great song. My mother hated it, and the memory includes her coming out onto the porch to yell at him to stop singing it to us cause it was gonna give us nightmares.
He didn't listen to her though, and it never gave any of us any nightmares. Great song. Great memory. Not only very possibly my first, but definitely among my favorite memories ever.
Thanks for bringing it up!
i'm told many people (I guess from N.Amer.) have an early memory of the day JFK was assassinated (those even as young as 5 yrs. old). (President Kennedy) I think I heard it in a post-secondary class discussion.
Also, thank you so much kimberlyslyrics for bringing this up. Because of you, I was swimming in my memories of childhood, some bad, some good, some sore, some sweet. After all, this is called life. Isn't it?
My first memory is that when i was around 2 and half years old !
I was standing near our house and my mom was talking to a neighbor when couple of neighborhood dogs came running. One dog came so close near me it's nose touched my head,and i was dead scared. All this before my mom could pick me up. Maybe because i was so scared, i remember the event along with the color of the dog, the color of my frock at that time, everything. And, i am still scared of dogs
My first memory was around 2 years old and my parents took me to Florida for the first of many more vacations. I loved Florida ever since than.
My first memory I was around 4 years old. My Dads leg was broke, he had crutches. He was sitting in the car, his crutches leaning against it. I was standing across the road picking blackberries singing How Far is Heaven. When I got to the part where it says "I want my Daddy to hold me tight". He hollered at me to go to him and get a hug. I did.
iwas 6 years old and i was busted stealing another students lunch at school. It was a scary moment..but i was hungry.
my first memory was when i was about three years old and i was wondering why everything around me seems so big..i would wait and see what my mama was doing while she's cooking and asked what she was doing and it felt like the very same day my sisters and brother brought me to school and they brought me from one classroom to the other. At first i went to grade two classroom of my sister, then while the teacher was teaching i was playing at her desk with her daughter. Then my brother took me to his classroom(grade 5) and everyone went crazy over me, they were all playing with me, probably even pinched me. i felt like a superstar but didn't know why i cried a lot, then my brother put me in his shoulders and took me to my eldest classroom who was in grade six and then i stopped crying there coz the kids were much nicer i think..
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