What Is Your Earliset Memory?

That Guy said:
That's called an out of body experience . . .
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At the time, yes, I was ...
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OOBEs - there's a whole new topic to discuss! Astral travel, lucid dreaming ... maybe we should start a Metaphysical Category here. :cool:
 
I was surprised and pleased long ago upon learning that Bob "Captain Kangaroo" was Clarabell on Howdy Doody and served in the Marines. My all time favorite on his show was Mister Bunny Rabbit.
 
One of my earliest memories was walking at nite with my mother.
Sometimes, we walked across town to Grandma and Grandpa Baileys house, and Grandma would always feed me a spoon of mayonnaise . I have no idea how that started, but I remember expecting it when we went there.

My favorite part of the walk was on the way home. We would cross the highway, and then there was a house that had a little white pony. To me, he was the most beautiful pony in the world, and I wanted him more than anything.
Ever since, I have loved white horses, and I am sure it was because of our walks past the white pony.

One night, a kitty cat followed us home, meowing all the way. She was thin and hungry, so mom fed her , and of course, after that , we now had a cat. My favorite Little Golden Book at that time was Little Black Sambo, so Sambo is what I named our cat, despite Mom explaining that our cat was a girl. And yes, Sambo, she had kittens eventually...

I think I was around 3-4 at this time, so not as young as some remember things, but not very old either. We did not have a television until I was at least 13 years old, so I didn't watch any of the little kids TV shows.
 
Did Sambo chase her kittens 'round and 'round a tree until they turned into butter, and did you enjoy the pancakes? :biggrin-new:

I had another one of my strange experiences the other day, where a certain smell / taste (it was a combination of both) triggered a memory from when I was 7 years old.

Weird how that works ...
 
At about 3 years old, I fell into a swimming pool, and I remember splashing about trying not swallow water (well My Mum said that what I said was "I didn't swallow any water Mum!")

She had taken a group of girl Guides for swimming lessons, and was in the dressing room, when I fell in, I was sitting on the edge dangling feet and couldn't reach the water and kept trying and fell in. Not sure why one of the Guides couldn't get me out, they just ran to get her, but anyway am still here, 70 years later.
 
I have a memory of having a gas mask over my face at the dentist after my mother dropped me and broke a tooth. I don't remember anything else except the gas mask and someone saying "smell the pretty perfume". I was less that 18 months old at the time.

The next memory I clearly recall is when I was nearly three. I was being held by my grandfather on the front fence, waiting for my father to come home from the war. I had no idea what he looked like and I was craning my neck to see him.
 
I can remember having to have my tonsils out when i was four and waking up with a boy in the bed with me we were top and tail, i was pretty annoyed about that and down right angry when he got icecream & jelly and i didn't.
I also remember playing outside with my girlfriend next door, not once did we say we were bored as we always found things to do, different now isn't it, lord help parents if they don't have TV, Nintendo , Xbox as the kids have no idea how to amuse themselves these days without all the new technology.
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I've no idea what age I was, somewhere past toddler to get there, but I remember being scooped up by my distraught Mum when she found me sitting in the gutter under the street light watching the bugs flying around it and wondering whatever had happened to upset her.

I heard the story later, I'd been introduced to Cabbage for the first time and it wasn't a happy meeting. I wouldn't eat it and turned on a bit of a show about the fact so she put me outside the kitchen door in the dark and shut it. A few minutes in the scary dark would fix my attitude, but I was gone when she opened it a few minutes later. I was off into the 'wild' and walked right around the house in the dark to the streetlight out front and was perfectly okay with the whole thing.

I think I might only remember it as being my first taste of 'freedom', and independence, as it wasn't scary to me at all. I later ended up doing 26 years on mainly afternoon and night shifts,so it seems I was born to be nocturnal, and the night, nor solitude, never held any fears for me, they still don't.
Still won't eat cabbage either.

Most reliable early memories are of smells and tastes. Some memories I doubt as they could be impressions formed from stories and photos. I remember the smell of the pollard/bran whatever that Granddad fed to the chickens. It was kept in a barrel in big open shed and I'd sit on it to watch him making split cane fishing rods. He made a small one for me when I was around 4 or 5 and I remember busting to get to where I could use it. I remember catching the first 5 fish with it. 2 saltwater catfish, 2 toadfish, and a baby Bream. Not bad for a first effort I thought.:biggrin-new: But I remember we were at the coast, on sand and Gdad lived inland so don't know where it was that I first used it.

The most detailed true memory of early times is of the booth, even down to the colour of the walls, in the very first Chinese restaurant I ever visited. I was around 4ish. That was the nearest thing to a heavenly epiphany I ever experienced. I can still 'see' and smell that plate of Sweet and Sour fish and fried rice.
I don't think I've been that excited since. Weellll, maybe a couple of times.... Mum was worried I wouldn't eat it, I was a tad fussy about a few things but ... no worries... scoffed it and tried a bit of what everyone else was eating. It was an introduction to a lifelong addiction. :biggrin-new:

Mmmmm. :confused-new: Seems to be a bit of a food fetish pattern forming here......:biggrin-new:
 
Mum always sent me to stay with my Fathers sister in Ballarat every school holiday, ised to love it there as i could play chopsticks to my hearts content on the piano, and i would help peel the brains for my aunty yuk, i used to go to Lake Wendouree and catch stacks of frogs and bring them home and put ion the pond they had.
They had Bantoms and i was fascinated at the size of the eggs, i always had to have the bantom eggs when we ate eggs. They has a Cocky that used to swear at the next door neighbour, no idea what the neighbour thought of that haha.
There was a bakery across the road and the smell would waft into the house yum it made my mouth water, i have very fond memories from there and have always enjoyed visiting Ballarat even when i was an adult.
 
veejay said:
At about 3 years old, I fell into a swimming pool, and I remember splashing about trying not swallow water (well My Mum said that what I said was "I didn't swallow any water Mum!")

She had taken a group of girl Guides for swimming lessons, and was in the dressing room, when I fell in, I was sitting on the edge dangling feet and couldn't reach the water and kept trying and fell in. Not sure why one of the Guides couldn't get me out, they just ran to get her, but anyway am still here, 70 years later.
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This could have turned out tragically as it often does. Glad you are still here to tell the tale.
 
My earliest memory is my first day at kindergarten at the age of 4. It's so vivid, I can recall my best friend Johnny Trainer being there,.. my mum so young and good looking and those ugly lady school teachers... yep,.. weren't a pretty one amongst them.

Every kid had a leather school bag, a satchel type shoulder bag with two leather straps with shiny chrome metal buckles. Because we were mostly from a poor, working class area, leather was the only option for us poor folk... we couldn't afford that new fangled nylon/plastic type of school bag .



Tinged with the overwhelming smell of new leather, was the various sandwiches and fillings. Egg sandwiches seemed to be the most prominent nice smell.
Even now, whenever I sense the smell of new leather, maybe a coat or leather lounge chair, my memory immediately springs back 66 years ago to my first day in school...

 
My first day at kindergarten was going fine until a kid came in with bawling his face off and giving me pause . . . He turned out to be a wimp anyway...
 
I have some flashes, when I was a toddler, but don't know if they are true memories or not. I see myself walking outside and smashing some kind of wild berries. I see my mother outide cleaning clothes by boiling them in some kind of pot. Maybe memories from this life, or a former one, I don't know.
First memory that seems real in this lifetime: Me around age 4 or 5 playing with a little black girl in California, where my father was stationed in the Army. I feel this one must be true in this lifetime, because my father verified that.
 
I really remember when I was 4yrs old and my Mom said there wasn't going to be Christmas that year. I was sad. Then Christmas morning when me and my sister who was 6yrs old woke up and went downstairs there were 2 wicker baskets with a walking doll in each one. My Dad said that Santa had stopped in and left the dolls for me and my sister. I found out later that my Mom's Mother had passed away at the end of November and she didn't want to have any decorations or Christmas tree put up. My Dad felt bad for me and my sister and decided he was buying us something. That was many many years ago and me and my sister still have the dolls and put them under our Christmas trees every year.
 
somewhere between 2 and 3. we lived in a two story walkup in butte montana.. dad was selling vacuums,and brought home a nifty little gadget that stapled paper together,,,,I stuck my hand in it and promptly got fingers stapled...
 
Jillaroo said:
I can remember having to have my tonsils out when i was four and waking up with a boy in the bed with me we were top and tail, i was pretty annoyed about that and down right angry when he got icecream & jelly and i didn't.
I also remember playing outside with my girlfriend next door, not once did we say we were bored as we always found things to do, different now isn't it, lord help
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You brought back a memory of me when I was 4yrs old. I also had my tonsils out and they promised me when it was over I could have jello. My sister who was 6yrs old had her tonsils removed the same day. After the surgery, she got the ice cream she had asked for and I got nothing.I still can't understand why I didn't get my jello.:mad::mad:
 
My earliest remembrance was when I was standing on a corner, and this sperm swam by.:)
I can remember laying in my crib, and hearing squirrels run around on the roof. About the same time, my dad went down the cellar, and left the door open. I was crawling around and started to go down the stairs. I remember I could see a bare lit light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I heard my mother scream. That's it-all I remember of that time.

(BTW, while i was typing this post, Gary O' posted a much better version of my sperm tale.)
 

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