As I think back to my childhood, my earliest memory is kindergarden. I remember my teacher. I especially remember my little rug. It’s very good memories.
i actually don’t know what my oldest memory is. some of them seem like memories but might just be stories i’ve heard a ton of times. plus, a lot of my childhood blurs together and i can’t distinguish age.
My first memory was when I was but an infant. My mother sat me on a book case and looked away for just a second. I fell over backwards and crashed into the hard floor head first. Not a good first memory.
@RealistFantasies - I love hearing stories of my past. It helps me put things together.
@Randy7777 - I just remember the pain. Nothing more.
i like hearing stories too, but no one ever seems to mention age when telling stories unless that enhances the story in some way hahah
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - ouch. that sounds unpleasant =[ i remember when i was like 2, my mom left me by a poolside at a family event and told my brother to watch me (he’s only a year older) and i slipped under when he wasn’t looking. all i remember is water. a lot of water. and pain in my lungs.
@RealistFantasies - Growing up with incompetent parents like we have done, apparently, is not only painful but deadly.
You’re lucky you didn’t die from drowning.
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - mhm, but i didn’t, here i am. =] you could have too, if you had seriously injured your spine. =[ i’m glad you didn’t!
YAY for nice memories. Cool. The little rug, was that the nap time rug?
My earliest memories are growing up on the farm and the tractor, fascinated by it.
My earliest clear memory is from when I was a little over a year old. My grandfather (who unfortunately I remember only as brown slacks and a walker) came to visit and I was allowed the priviledge of entering my parents’ room to fetch him a pillow. I was very proud to be entrusted with that, and that emotion is what makes the memory strong.
running down the hallway into my parents arms… getting bit by a dog… a pecan tree…
I can remember diapers, and a few random memories of a house we lived in when I was probably just walking.
A few days after my sister was born, my Dad took me to the hospital to see my Mom and meet my little sister for the first time. They laid her in my arms, Dad assisting me, and one of my first memories is holding her.
six maybe 7. no memory before that age.
My earliest verifiable memory was when I was around 1 1/2. I say verifiable because I really struggled with the idea that children can really remember things before they are about age 5 or so and then I started talking about some of my memories with older family members who told me that there was no way I could remember that stuff because I wouldn’t even have been 2 at the time. After that I started spending a lot of time attempting to verify and properly place things, people and events I remember. I was shocked to discover that although my early memories aren’t always perfect they are very real. Of course some of the things I “remember” are probably from old family stories I’ve been told but there are enough I can verify that are things no one ever spoke of that make be believe early childhood memories are more accurate than I thought they could be.
I remember getting mad at a wooden post, I don’t know how it hurt me but I remember hitting it. I lived in Brookings, SD and I was about 5. For some reason, that’s the oldest memory I can think of.
My earliest memory is of my mother lighting Shabbat candles while my twin brother and I were sitting in our dad’s lap. In my memory I can also hear the church bells calling for evening Mass, so I must have been around 2.5, because that was the time when we lived close to St. Anne’s Church.
I remember the huge strikes of 1936 in France . But nowadays there are no more ..factories !!
In friendship Michel
@Randy7777 - i have had nightmares before about it, but not many and it’s something that i don’t think i would even remember if not for the fact that people tell the story so much. they would just seem like nightmares without explanation to me if i hadn’t been told haha
I remember back to the pre KG day. My mother was wanting to put me in KG. I went in the afternoon. I recall the play area in the room and the playground. We had our own bathroom.
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i actually don’t know what my oldest memory is. some of them seem like memories but might just be stories i’ve heard a ton of times. plus, a lot of my childhood blurs together and i can’t distinguish age.
My first memory was when I was but an infant. My mother sat me on a book case and looked away for just a second. I fell over backwards and crashed into the hard floor head first. Not a good first memory.
@RealistFantasies - I love hearing stories of my past. It helps me put things together.
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - Really? You can remember that. Were you injured?
@Randy7777 - I just remember the pain. Nothing more.
i like hearing stories too, but no one ever seems to mention age when telling stories unless that enhances the story in some way hahah
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - ouch. that sounds unpleasant =[
i remember when i was like 2, my mom left me by a poolside at a family event and told my brother to watch me (he’s only a year older) and i slipped under when he wasn’t looking. all i remember is water. a lot of water. and pain in my lungs.
@RealistFantasies - Growing up with incompetent parents like we have done, apparently, is not only painful but deadly.
You’re lucky you didn’t die from drowning.
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - mhm, but i didn’t, here i am. =]
you could have too, if you had seriously injured your spine. =[ i’m glad you didn’t!
YAY for nice memories. Cool. The little rug, was that the nap time rug?
My earliest memories are growing up on the farm and the tractor, fascinated by it.
My earliest clear memory is from when I was a little over a year old. My grandfather (who unfortunately I remember only as brown slacks and a walker) came to visit and I was allowed the priviledge of entering my parents’ room to fetch him a pillow. I was very proud to be entrusted with that, and that emotion is what makes the memory strong.
running down the hallway into my parents arms… getting bit by a dog… a pecan tree…
I can remember diapers, and a few random memories of a house we lived in when I was probably just walking.
@bethro78 - Interesting – thanks
@RealistFantasies - I suspect you’ve had nightmares about that ??
@C_L_O_G - yes, nap time.
@DistantShipSmoke - I also loved going out to my Grandparent’s farm when I was young.
@lanney - That sounds like a very nice memory.
@NightlyDreams - Ouch
A few days after my sister was born, my Dad took me to the hospital to see my Mom and meet my little sister for the first time. They laid her in my arms, Dad assisting me, and one of my first memories is holding her.
six maybe 7. no memory before that age.
My earliest verifiable memory was when I was around 1 1/2. I say verifiable because I really struggled with the idea that children can really remember things before they are about age 5 or so and then I started talking about some of my memories with older family members who told me that there was no way I could remember that stuff because I wouldn’t even have been 2 at the time. After that I started spending a lot of time attempting to verify and properly place things, people and events I remember. I was shocked to discover that although my early memories aren’t always perfect they are very real. Of course some of the things I “remember” are probably from old family stories I’ve been told but there are enough I can verify that are things no one ever spoke of that make be believe early childhood memories are more accurate than I thought they could be.
@tsh44 – that’s really something. Thanks
@Tymedancer_is_Grannyinboxers – thanks
@Veronica_Leigh – that’s a nice first memory
I remember getting mad at a wooden post, I don’t know how it hurt me but I remember hitting it. I lived in Brookings, SD and I was about 5. For some reason, that’s the oldest memory I can think of.
My earliest memory is of my mother lighting Shabbat candles while my twin brother and I were sitting in our dad’s lap. In my memory I can also hear the church bells calling for evening Mass, so I must have been around 2.5, because that was the time when we lived close to St. Anne’s Church.
I remember the huge strikes of 1936 in France .
But nowadays there are no more ..factories !!
In friendship Michel
@Randy7777 - i have had nightmares before about it, but not many and it’s something that i don’t think i would even remember if not for the fact that people tell the story so much. they would just seem like nightmares without explanation to me if i hadn’t been told haha
I remember back to the pre KG day.
My mother was wanting to put me in KG.
I went in the afternoon.
I recall the play area in the room and the playground.
We had our own bathroom.
@Journaling_Susan – nice memory