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I remember being born…….seeing a blurry vision of the floor as the doctor held me upside down and spanked me because I came out not doing anything.

@x_damaged_yet_unbroken_x@xanga - Wow! Talk about early!

I was three and riding in a white bus with a youth group from my father and mother’s church. I had a green blanket that I(apparently) always kept with me(kinda like Linus from Peanuts), and the window was open and the bus was going up a hill and the green blanket was sucked out the window. The sense of loss is what I remember the most.

I was almost 4. I went to the hospital to meet my new baby sister… I consider her dead since 2009

I was 3, I dont remember too much but for some reason I was jumping on my dog and she was growling at me (dont judge me, I was only 3.. I didnt know any better ) and she bit my face around my lip and I cried and looked down and saw alot of blood on the floor.. Had to get stitches for that.

@beca - LOL! I know, what a memory, right?

My mom and I sitting on the floor folding laundry.  We were watching Rocky Horror and she was showing me how to roll socks in to balls.  I think I was about three and a half because she was preggo with my sister.

I was three… my first memory is vomiting into my granddad’s mouth as he picked me up and like carried me really high over his head.

I remember a dark bedroom, tales from the crypt was on.  I had a rocking horse in the corner of the room.  I could hear my parents arguing.  I can also remember the shitty linoleum.  I can remember a series of really awful flooring choices, actually.

I think I was an infant baby when my uncle who lives with us would lightly toss me up and down in his arms.  I remember the slight falling feeling, my surroundings, and his silly sound effects as he tossed me.  :)

I barely remember things from last week. My memory is terrible. My earliest memories are probably from around age 7-8, and I don’t even remember specific ones. Just blurs of times spent at the lake with grandparents and cousins. That’s about it. I remember playing the itsy-bitsy spider with my baby cousin when she was like 1 or 2, so I would have been 8 or 9 at the time. 

I think the earliest thing I remember is either standing in the kitchen with my mom at the first world trade center bombing while she called my dad about it, or a doctor that was trying to “fix” the birth mark on my nose by coming at me between the eyes with a needle.  I would’ve been the same age-3 or 4 -for both of those things.

No clue. I have a clutter of early memories

I have a vague early memory from about 3 or so of sitting in the laundry basket outside on a spring day while my mom worked in the garden.  Mostly I remember how bright the red and yellow tulips were in the sun.

My earliest more specific memory was probably from about age 4…I thought it would be a good idea to sample some tomato leaves from my mom’s veggie garden.  She freaked out because evidently they are poisonous.  I just remember sitting on the stool in the bathroom drinking cup after cup of water wondering what the hell was going to happen to me (I thought I was just munchin’ some tasty leaves and here people were carrying on like I was going to die) and then she took me to the hospital and I had to swallow some really foul-tasting crap.

I don’t know which one is the earliest memory (I remember when I was spanked for messing up the furniture, and bruised by my mom beating me cause my sis lost her doll and supposedly I was responsible for her “and her doll”). Though I have also had an experience when I drowning,  I was sitting at the edge of pool with my cousin (we put our feet in the water) and a relative knocked me into the pool, my cousin thought I was swimming since I was staying above the surface for a while (felt like a minute) so she called her mom over to show her that I knew how to swim (ironic since I was doing my best to stay afloat, flailing my arms like crazy and kicking as much as I could)…I remember getting tired, sinking into the water that all I could do was stick my hands out of the water with the hopes that someone would see me and my aunt pulled me out of the water using my arm…seriously I thought that was the end for me cause I got really dizzy and everything went hazy until she pulled me out and I was coughing like crazy…

I was two. I was laying on the ground. My dad said, “Big girls don’t lay on the ground. Get up.” And that’s all I remember. Nothing significant.

I’m not entirely sure how old I was, I must have been between about 2 and 4. For me its kind of funny that this would be one of my earliest memories, but I remember my parents leaving to go out and my best friend from down the street’s older sister babysitting me, and I remember standing at the door that lead into the garage and crying and crying and crying. And getting a really bad headache. My first memory is of the beginnings of my chronic migraine problems! Not a happy memory, but kind of funny for me now :p

I remember being probably about three and looking at the sign of a Shoney’s restaurant and it looking like… gibberish. I obviously didn’t even know what letters were, and I learned to read when I was four, so I must’ve been younger…

I also remember my twin brother fell into the pool when we were 4, and I screamed for my dad (who had left us for just a moment to go get the water wings), who almost instantly came running and dove into the pool, shoes and everything. Then he outfitted us in water wings and puffy life vests and let us swim. I just remember my brother falling in and bobbing up and down, and the Looney Toons cup he was leaning over the pool to reach when he fell.

One of those is probably it.

Crashing head first into my parent’s televsion set…I think I was about 4.

@Tallman@xanga - Yyyeeeeppp. Pretty much the same for me. I was 3 and decided that riding my tricycle down a set of concrete stairs sounded SOOO fun!

It’s funny, my mom and I were talking about this. First thing I remember, and only thing so early on, was a birthday present when I was 2. I don’t even remember who gave it to me. It was a plastic birthday cake that lit up and played “happy birthday” when you pressed on the candle at the top. It must’ve been all the lights and noises that made me remember.

I remember when I was 2, which I know because it was at the old house and I was still 2 when we moved into a new place. Anyway, we were cleaning up palm fronds in the front yard and my brother found a ladybug and everyone was playing with/looking at it but it TERRIFIED me.

@BorderlineMartyr@xanga - My attacks got so bad and so frequent that my parents literally had to put a fence up and around it ….lol…I seriously think that I thought the actors on the screen were little people trapped inside and I was going to set them free no matter if I broke my skull iin half or not! LOL…The trip down the steps probably sounded like a good idea at the time…I am happy that you lived through it.

My earliest somewhat memory is I think when I was 4 or 5, my dad and I were driving down by the beach, (at least I think that’s where..) and he got pulled over for speeding. The cop came to the window and asked my dad for his papers, and I started to cry and asked him if he was going to arrest my daddy. The cop smiled at me, then turned to my dad and said, “You’re lucky you have a cute little girl. You owe her an ice cream cone.” and let him off with a warning, telling him to slow it down. I actually didn’t remember that for a long time. I just recently remembered it when my dad told me the story. At first I didn’t remember, but then I had this fuzzy vision of it. And I know I was younger than school-age, but old enough to talk, so between 4 and 5. It’s funny, ’cause now I hate my dad, and wouldn’t care much if he got arrested… but back then… he was just my daddy.

xX Ame ~*~ Hana Xx

I remember at 4, bothering my mum at 2am to find me food. 

I really love the responses to this post! They are so nice and interesting to read!

My earliest memory was 18 months. I was at an apple orchard or something running to see some goats and I fell and cut my chin and my mom picked me up and that was one of the last times she breastfed me.

I really only remember being in the woods and running towards a fence with a building in the background with a slanted roof.

     I have several memories from when I was 3 and 4 years old and one very vague one of when I 1 or 2.    

 There’s  a study that was done that I think is relevant here. Some people’s “First Memories” are actually not memories at all. They’re something that we created in our minds based off stories that our family has told us. They actually contacted the families of their test subjects and had them “remind” them of an old family memory. The test subject was later convinced that this was something that they actually remembered, when in fact it was entirely fictional. The subject would even give specifics from the “memory.” So, there is a good chance that not all of your “first memories” are actually memories. If there’s too much detail then it’s likely to be something you created in your mind from an old family story. Things where you remember feelings and obscure facts are more likely to be real.

I was like 3 or 4, and I was with my pitty Jack, and I thought he was talking to me, so I was talking back to him. It turned out it was just the neighbour kid sitting in the tree. 

@Tallman@xanga - Didn’t realize smashing your head against a tv was such a common childhood thing because that happened to me too at 4..first time I got sent to the emergency room

I remember standing up in the crib and not being able to talk, while this really old looking lady with fur around her neck (grandma) was standing by the crib talking. Its a helpless feeling not being able to talk.

I was in a stroller, sitting outside of a giftshop with my great-grandmother. my mom and nana went into the giftshop, and they said the aisles were too small for strollers so I couldn’t go in. I watched them go into the store and really wanted to go, so I started whining and trying to push myself up out of my stroller. my great grandmother just looked at me and said “you can keep fussin’ all you want, but you’re not going to be able to get out of there”

hahaha my earliest memory is one of frustration.

Honestly? When I was three, I spied through the door at a porno my dad was watching. Ah, swallowing ball sacks. Lovely.

Earliest memory…I was 5. We lived in Myrtle Beach at the time. It was September and hurricane Hugo was on its way. My father owned a hotel on the strip…right across the street from the beach; of course I didn’t realize how serious things were, I could just tell from mom and dad rushing around that it was going to be bad. My dad chose to stay in the hotel to deter looters (my dad had just completed building a convenience store at the foot of the hotel). I remember him coming in my sister’s room (we were playing grocery store) and he told us to be good for mom and that he loved us “very much.” He also told us that we were to do what mom instructed without hesitation…even if things got a little scary. He hugged us and left.

I remember that whole day…and the night. Mom put me to bed, but I could HEAR the house moving…swaying. I remember hearing trees fall. The radio tower behind our house fell. I remember the crash. I remember mom pulling us into the bathroom. My dad’s mom was there too, and I remember her sitting up by candlelight sewing. I remember seeing the damage the next day…I remember seeing houses around us crumbled to ground like they were paper. 
I remember going to see my dad, too. My mom was worried sick about him because the cops wouldn’t let him leave for like 2 days. Everything was cut off from the beach. 
It was a big deal, but we were one of the few houses in our neighborhood still standing and suffered no damage. Crazy first memory, but it has always stuck with me.