Earliest memories?

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I was thinking about the aches and worries of getting old and how wonderful it was when as a child my body was strong, my senses sharp and my mind carefree. Oh how I could run, skip, jump, climb. This body was an instrument of movement, the same body that is now the source of pain and stiffness.
Funny how much I look back nowadays, it's as if I am taking stock of my life.

Then I got to thinking how far back I can remember - three years old I reckon. I see myself walking with my mother, never keeping still and loving life playing with my friends. Endless summers and curiosity about everything.

So what earliest memories have you got?
 

Rose65 said:
So what earliest memories have you got?
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A spinning top on a hardwood floor with the sun reflecting off of the floor. My mother told me that was where we lived when I was about 2, an apartment in Baton Rouge. My father was finishing up at LSU. Not much more to it.

The memory is so vague that without my mother's help I would not have known it was real, or where or when. Don't think I remember anything else until 3+.
 
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I remember like it as yesterday when I was 4yrs old. My older brother who was 20yrs old and got drafted. He had just got married. A few months later his wife got pregnant. They had a boy and I got the name Auntie Barb will do it. So as my nephew grew anything he needed Auntie Barb would do it. I love him soo much.
 
I was 2-2&1/2 maybe. I went on a walk about, and suddenly I thought I was lost. I remember thinking turn around and walk straight back till I found our block. It helped that I was walking straight down the highway on the sidewalk. One other memory I have , I was 2, in the hospital in a CRIB! I was really mad about that crib. A Dr came in I am standing near the table at the end of the crib. The Dr laid some papers on the table, I grabbed them and tore them up.
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When I was 5 my grandma got me, at 5 and 1/2 I had to have my tonsils removed. She told them "whatever you do not put her in a crib!".
 
I can remember mom and dad bringing home a newborn baby when I was 2. They said he was my new brother and told me to come look at him, so I did. I took a really close look and, man, he was disgusting looking....just not normal at all, and way too small to play with. Not that I'd want to. So I asked if we could get a better one, and I was really bummed that we had to keep him.

When he got big enough to play with, he got a lot cuter...his skin smoothed out and his eyes stayed open, and he smiled and laughed....and I remember wondering a few times if mom and dad decided to go ahead and get me a better brother. One with working parts.

The next memories after that is when I was about 4 1/2; the first time I rode a cow.
 
A baby wrapped in a blanket. Mother was holding me in the front seat of the coupe.
I was crying and kicking my feet because I wanted to sit up and look out the window
at the pretty lights of Belmont Park as we drove away. ( the roller coaster) It was night.
Don't think I could stand up yet. I could feel my Mother's frustration! I was crying and
she didn't know what to do with me.
I also remember the pretty lights over the ocean, WW11 testing, again, wrapped in
a blanket in my Mother's arms. Again, too young to stand.
Many memories of my brother hitting me when I was about age one.
Then I have clear memories of speaking before the council of Angels before I was born.
 
We moved out of the city when I was three but I have some memories of where we lived and some events from that time, including the day we moved.

One traumatic memory was when our neighbor came home after having her legs amputated, man that freaked me out. I even remember her name, Helen Mathews.

Another is a fireman asking if this little truck was mine, it was. Evidently I had been playing in an abandoned car and set it on fire, though I don't remember that part.

I have other memory flashes from that time, but nothing in great detail.
 
Murrmurr said:
I can remember mom and dad bringing home a newborn baby when I was 2. They said he was my new brother and told me to come look at him, so I did. I took a really close look and, man, he was disgusting looking....just not normal at all, and way too small to play with. Not that I'd want to. So I asked if we could get a better one, and I was really bummed that we had to keep him.

I was 9 when mom & dad said I was getting a brother. I was expecting this kid to come walking in. Then when they came in with this baby. OMG!!! My parents were so cheap they got a grow your own kid, instead of paying extra to get an older kid. And not only that he urinated all over the place. Like you, I was bummed out you couldn't trade him in. :) :)
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fuzzybuddy said:
I was 9 when mom & dad said I was getting a brother. I was expecting this kid to come walking in. Then when they came in with this baby. OMG!!! My parents were so cheap they got a grow your own kid, instead of paying extra to get an older kid. And not only that he urinated all over the place. Like you, I was bummed out you couldn't trade him in.
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Plus, there was the shock of discovering that just about everyone in your family was willing to lie to your own parents....everyone who said, "He's so CUTE!"
 
I have vivid memories of my Great Grandfather. He died before my 4th Birthday. The earliest memory of him is sitting next to him at the kitchen table. I was in a highchair. I can see the tray in front of me. He was on my left. I am a visual learner. So I see my memories as though they are video. The last memory is him pitching a baseball to me and me trying to hit it with a small bat. He had played for the Phillies and thought girls should learn to play baseball too!
 
It’s difficult now to say whether it is a memory, or now just a memory of a memory? I remember laying on a small bed facing up. I was in a small room with no other furniture. The door to the room was open and to my right and behind me. I remember crying and being upset and feeling alone. I then remember my dad coming into the room.

Then my next memory of the same event was being in my dads arms as he was walking away from an old house, then of looking up at the side of a building as my dad was walking along a street with me still in his arms.

This memory had been with me for several years and it wasn’t until about 10 years later that I was told how old I was at the time. One day we were walking down a street with my mum and dad and I noticed the wall in my memory. Then I noticed the house that my dad had carried me away from. I stopped and said to my mum and dad that I remember that house and that I could remember being inside it on a bed, crying. I explained to them that I can remember my dad carrying me away.

My mum and dad looked at each other. Then my dad said the house used to be a nursery and that he had found me in a room alone, didn’t like what he was seeing, although wouldn’t give me details, then he said he took me out of the house/nursery. My mum then said she couldn’t understand how I could have that memory, as I was less than one year old.
 
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I remember being at my grandmothers house at the age of two. We were at her front door looking out. Then I noticed a man walking along the street on the other side of the road. As a two year old, the man across the street looked terrifying to me, and I started crying. The only distinguishing feature of the man was that he had a long beard and a turban.
 
I was three years old and I was with my mum outside a neighbours house. My mum and this woman were talking and neither of them seemed to be taking any notice of me. I remember being intrigued by this woman’s wide stance. So I got down and crawled between her legs. To my surprise she didn’t seem to notice, or if she did notice maybe she was too polite to mention it.

I then decided to crawl between her legs a second time. This time though I stopped part way through and turned onto my back and looked up her skirt. What an amazing and somewhat traumatising sight for a three year old boy. I quickly turned back again and crawled out. I never did that again!
 
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I have one very early memory. My parents and older siblings were rushing around and shoving furniture against the front door. The hurricane was coming and it was a monster. I was about a year and a half old. A few years later I remember a paratrooper landing on our lawn. They were having exercises in the field across the street. It was during WWII. Sometimes we would turn out the lights during an air raid and my dad would project cartoon pictures on the wall from glass slides to keep us entertained.
 
Jamala said:
I am going to be brave and reveal this;
My earliest memories were talking to "people"who weren't there.
Later, I realised, they were angels.
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Me too! I couldn't understand why other people couldn't see or hear them!
I'm so glad you posted this!
Not my first but soon after.
 
3 years old. Close with my aunt and 2 male cousins. We were visiting them and I and my cousins were running down their driveway made of small rocks. I fell forward and one of the rocks went into my head. I was taken to the hospital and treated but had a small scar on my forehead for years. The scar has since disappeared, but I will never forget the incident.
 
I'm in my high chair, in the kitchen of our house in Rochester, NY. My mother is trying to shove peas into my mouth. I keep spitting them back out. I have always hated peas. It probably started then and there. She's yelling at me. Her parents were visiting at the time. Her mother (who by the way is smarter than her daughter), came out in the kitchen and asked, "Why are you yelling at him?" My mother replied, "Because he won't eat his peas!" My grandmother said, "Then don't feed them to him!" I told you she was smarter than her daughter. But she knew that her daughter was bull headed, and wouldn't listen to her, so went back into the parlor with the rest of the family.
 
It is so amazing how early our memories can be. It's fascinating how we looked at things as small children. Funny how random the memories can be.
 

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