I don’t know why, but I remember being like 2 and pooping in my diaper and crying about it. 
I think it hurt.
Nope, I don’t. I barely remember the bros’ either; I remember one instance of “peeing all over just-dressed-to-go-out-Mom” as infants for each of them, I remember Middlebro’s many years of bedwetting, but all I actually remember about our potty training is that it happened and that it involved a blue potty at Mom’s Mom’s, an identical pink one at our house and a green one at Mom’s Dad’s (two of those gazunders are still in use, Mom’s Dad’s isn’t because she passed away 15 years ago).
I have a vague memory of the book my mom used, but I don’t know if it’s from before or after I had mastered the subject.
You sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit.
I’m old enough to remember being strapped into the little wooden potty chair and being made to stay there, which was the standard practice then.
Funny how we were strapped into potty seats but bounced freely around in the car. My kids would never believe this.
I once peed in my teenage sister’s face when I was a baby. I don’t remember it, but my grandma was there and liked telling the story.
What on earth was your family like that you had a cum hamper? :eek:
Yes, yes, I know. But my way’s funnier.
I remember my potty chair, it was avocado colored. I remember sitting on it, and I remember my dad going to town and getting me a little die cast tractor toy as a reward for using it. I remember peeing while mom was changing my diaper once too, I think I remember that because she smacked me for it. Apparently I was old enough to know better than that.
I have a very, very weak memory of potty training in the upstairs bathroom at my parents’ house. The memory is of the “put out the fire!” metaphor; I can’t remember if I was being told that or thinking it to myself having already heard it. It’s very weak, but I think it’s a genuine memory; most of the memories I think are manufactured are actually more clear.
My earliest memory is pre-potty training; I remember trying to climb out of my crib and getting my foot caught in the bars, and falling. I don’t think I was very injured, but I was incredibly scared. I couldn’t have been more than 18 months based on details of the crib and room I’ve described to my parents. Curiously, I feel like I can actually recall something of the subjective experience of being a baby – I remember how small I felt and how little outside my house’s walls “existed” back then.
I remember an enema pretty early on. I suspect I was withholding feces for attention (don’t we all?) and got just a little more attention than I wanted for my efforts.
Must have worked, I have been regular the rest of my life.
Hopefully the effect will continue far into my projected nursing home era . . . .
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I remember taking a dump in the corner of the bathroom, instead of the toilet, and my mum threatening to rub my nose in it.
I don’t think that would be considered entirely kosher these days either.
Also - sticker charts for staying dry at night, and I got a toy taken off to the cupboard every time I wasn’t, and got one back every time I was. Totally useless, it’s all hormonal, but I guess that wasn’t so generally known in the 70’s.
I remember my yellow training toilet.
I do remember that while I was taking a bath, Mom left the room for a sec and when she returned I had a brand new, long, brown boat in the tub I was playing with. Toot toot. I guess “steamer” is a more apt name than boat and I wasn’t really playing with it as much as nudging it toward the far bank.
She just looked at me and sadly asked “Why did you do that?”
I had this stool! Mine wasn’t for toilet training, though, I just had it.
Ditto on all counts. Not that there weren’t accidents, but they were rare and generally a lack of communication on the part of the child (i.e., you get so excited playing or whatever you forget). I don’t remember mine at all, though.
I didn’t get pierced until I was 8, though, and could consciously ask for it. My mom had Views. 
I have a vague memory of being newly potty trained and then blowing it because my older brother locked himself in our sole bathroom, forcing me to crap on the floor. Nice guy huh?. He became nicer.
I can remember taking a crap in the potty on the bathroom floor because I wasn’t sure about the toilet yet. But I made the mistake of not telling anyone - and then getting a row from my mother for leaving a fresh turd just sitting there in the potty for whoever was next in the bathroom. Oh well, I tried.
I also remember letting go a brown floater in the bath. Which I was sharing with my sister, who is 18 months older than I am. She still mentions it from time to time…
Did she… I mean, you know… Merrimack vs Monitor.
I love this board sometimes.
I do remember prior to being potty trained at about 2 years old my mother watching me like a hawk after meals so she could catch me pooping and put me on the potty. I must’ve got wise to this as I have vivid memories of holding in my poop and waiting for naptime or bedtime when I knew I would be wearing diapers. I also remember my mother putting me to bed one night in just training pants. I remember not feeling comfortable without the bulky diapers and plastic pants between my legs.
All I remember is that my mom once gave me a couple of M&Ms for correctly using the potty on the kitchen floor.
Only vaguely. I remember the potty that I trained on.