What Was Your First Memory?

I remember being held by my foster mother and my own mother waving to me from the back window of a retreating Taxi... . when I was 15 I recalled the memory to my mother , she was stunned, because no-one had ever mentioned that first foster home, .. and as I was only 14 months old, she never thought for a second I would remember it..

My second memory is at that same foster home, where an older boy ( I learned later was just aged 9 ).. was sent upstairs to fetch me from the cot where I was stood crying.. and he dropped me from the top of the stairs to the bottom...
 
Wow, Deb and Holly!

I remember crying... wailing in fact, laying in a stainless steel crib in a hospital, and the nurse (all dressed in white) was pulling hairpins out of her hair in front of a mirror, and dropping the hairpins into a sink below.

My mom told me that nothing of the sorts ever happened, but to this day I swear it happened, and I have often wondered if it relates to my first born days. Seems impossible to me to think that a newborn baby could remember (even see) anything, but I know what I witnessed and remember it like yesterday.

It's a memory I've carried with me my entire life.
 
I was a tiny baby, wrapped in a blanket in my Mother's arms. We were in a car and my Dad was driving. It was night and we were driving away from Belmont Park in San Diego. I was lying flat but was kicking and screaming because I wanted to look out the window at the pretty lights of the roller coaster and the ferris wheel. My Mother didn't know how to shut me up, so my Aunt, in the backseat, said, "I'll take her!" I was passed to my Aunt who opened the window half way down and stood me up so I could see the lights. I stopped crying and was so happy!
 
I remember being at a lake with my parents and my father swimming out into deep water to some sort of structure made of pipes that you could hold onto. I was holding onto his neck and sort of riding on his back. I wanted to sit on the pipes but kept falling off. When we got back to shore, my mother was angry that my father took me out there.

I asked her about it one time and she said I was about 20 months old and couldn't believe I could remember that. She said she remembered it vividly because she was so angry with my father.
 
I was born in a public house and my father was a Scotsman and my first memory is of me standing at the end of my cot with my father in the bedroom and me asking for my..... whisky bot bot.
 
What Was Your First Memory?


I remember a race...thru a chute
Quite the marathon
There could only be one winner, one survivor

Guess who that was?

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I can remember sitting in a wooden chair eating a sandwich on a very rainy day while I watched a cartoon on tv about a tiger. I was about four at the time, and the multiple sensory inputs of taste, sound, physical sensation, and sight probably served to anchor that experience as my first memory...
 
I remember being in a crib and my mother coming in to tell me good night. It was dark except for the hall light. She asked me what kind of doll I wanted Santa to bring me (must have been Christmas Eve). I told her a Jeannie doll.
 
EllisT said:
My first memory is being stuffed in a clothes hamper by my older brother.
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It occurred to me that during the time I lived in my first childhood home, I have numerous memories of neighbors, the neighborhood, things I was doing, etc., but of all my family members the only memory I have is of one of my older brothers and this remote-control robot he owned: https://www.fastcompany.com/3066169/the-toy-robot-sensation-that-time-forgot
I'd be sauntering along, minding my own business, while he was hiding around the corner. As soon as he saw me pass the doorway, he had the robot march out, and I'd run screaming- not from fear, but because it was so unexpected. And then he'd laugh his head off. I was 2-3 years old.
 
I have two. One is laying in my crib, upstairs, listening to the squirrels run around on the roof. The other was when my dad went into the cellar and left the cellar door open. I crawled to the top of the steps, and tried to go down them. I remember seeing a light bulb hanging down on a cord. I heard my mom scream, and they came and got me. Also, we lived in the house till I was about 1, but I have a pretty good idea of how the rooms were laid out. It was kind of weird when about 50 years later, my older brother confirmed it.
It's a shame I can remember back so far,. Because that filled up my brain to the point I just don't have any room left to remember new stuff, like where I put my keys.
BTW, debodun, I have vivid memories of when I was 2-5. I don't think that's so unusual.
 
debodun said:
I heard a psychologist one time on the radio who said that you don't remember anything before the age of 6. I don't believe that. I have plenty of vivid memories of things and events before I was 6. However, I can't remember what I had for dinner last night.
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It's just another example of how so-called 'experts' often don't know what they're talking about. Some of these individuals even say age 7.
 
debodun said:
I heard a psychologist one time on the radio who said that you don't remember anything before the age of 6. I don't believe that. I have plenty of vivid memories of things and events before I was 6. However, I can't remember what I had for dinner last night.
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What a shame to know such information is being broadcast so carelessly.

I have a TON of really early memories... memories that go back to when I was in my ones and twos.

I, 100% remember tossing my baby bottle out of my crib when an aunt was babysitting me, and turning it into a game, with her getting up over and over again to fetch it, and returning it to me, then no sooner she'd sit down in the living room which was within my clear view, I'd toss my bottle onto the floor again.

Vividly remember walking my own wet pants to the diaper pail and dropping them in, with mom supervising me and chastising me over the fact that I wasn't a baby anymore.

Also remember an aunt changing me on the kitchen table.

All mentioned memories are memories I have from my first childhood home, a home where we moved out of prior to me turning 3, so as for the radio broadcast claiming memories aren't possible before the age of 6, poppy-cock, and I have a ton more memories I remember that are tied to my first childhood home.

Pedal cars, taking baths, company visiting, toys I had, a park that I visited and played in the wading pool, and many, many more. Gosh, I could go on and on and on...
 
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