Ya. I totally remember all the throat slittings I’ve seen over the years too.
:eek::eek::eek::eek:
I have a few tiny bits of memories that I can pin to events that happened in the vicinity of my second birthday. For me fully formed memories started accumulating when I was between three and four years old.
My sister, on the other hand, hasn’t retained much of anything other than a few snippets from before she was age ten.
She and I behaved and achieved very differently academically, and are different in our approaches to organization now. I wonder if there’s any correlation.
it would be interesting if the people posting here would give their age. Are these super-early baby memories mostly from younger people(say, in their 20’s) or do they stay with you all your life?
I’m 56, and once something is in my head you couldn’t get it out by shoving a lit firecracker up my nose. I can recall peole and coversations that took place years before.
It’s nothing I try to do or even take any credit for. It’s just the way my brain is wired.
My first memory is from when I was 2, and it’s the first word I ever read. I remember lying in the back of our old truck, in my mom’s arms, and I looked up and saw a sign with a word on it. I knew the sounds of the letters, and I knew what the word meant. The sign said: “EXXON”. Great first word, huh?
I’m 38, incidentally. Early memories and childhood trivia have stuck with me, it’s the current events I have trouble storing. I think I’m running out of room up there.
I’m 26 but I don’t see myself forgetting my memory (without the assistance of some degenerative disease). Ever since I was little I remembered it as my earliest memory. Maybe that is why I remember it so well now.
I have a memory of watching Bugs Bunny with my family and based on where the TV was in our living room, I had to be at the oldest 2 years old.
I’m 65, so a couple of my memories have existed for about 64 years. I think I actually remember more now than I used to. When I was in my 20s, I remember commenting to someone that I didn’t remember much of my childhood. Now, I remember quite a lot that I couldn’t remember then.
My very first memory was of being abused, and it included not just an image, but other senses as well. It’s not the abuse itself that I remember, but a “snapshot” that simply couldn’t be explained any other way. Though I had the memory my entire life, I never connected it to any abuse until I was in my 40s.
But it’s my second memory, also before the age of 1, that is amazing. I remember the apartment building we lived in, and the botanical garden across the street. I remember a pond of huge goldfish, and I remember the old, worn wicker stroller I was sitting in, that someone was pushing on a path over the goldfish pond. I remember so many details of the garden and greenhouse . . . and according to both my mother and aunt, we never revisited that place after we moved.
I’m 47 and I don’t think I’ve ever brought up a “fresh” memory from early childhood. The fragments that I have now are the same ones that have always been there for as long as I can remember.
The one I can say with certainty is I remember watching the moon landing in 1969, I was just shy of 3.
Um, wow, can you elaborate on that situation?
I have two memories from before my sister was born, which would have been when I was younger than two and a half. The earliest is being at the park with my parents and feeding a goose a piece of my baloney sandwich with mustard. The goose didn’t like the mustard and shook his head back and forth vigorously.
From three onward, my memories are numerous and clear.
Age six or seven. Ran away from home with another kid and got lost in the woods for a few hours. Eventually knocked on a strangers door and they called my parents.
Age 8 memories are much clearer. Dad went to Viet Nam. We moved off base and got a house in town. New school etc. I strongly recall waiting at the airport late at night to pick dad up after he finished his tour.
Anaamika, I have one vague memory that I think might be from nursery school, and one or two clear ones from kindergarten, first grade, and second grade. I think I might have half a dozen each from third and fourth grade. I only speak one language, and didn’t have anything traumatic happen to me or anything as far as I know - I just don’t remember. People are just different.
I’m 46, and I answered before with my earliest datable memories from the age of three. I can also remember going to kindergarten at age 4. I have other memories that might be from when I was 2, but I can’t be sure.
Mine was jumping onto a bee in bare feet when I was three.
The weirdest one was meeting my ex SiL’s daughter, who was two and a half. SiL said to the daughter when we were on our way, “you must give uncle Jim a big kiss when he gets here”. She replied “No. Because he has a beard.” SiL assured her that no, I didn’t have a beard. In fact I had indeed had a beard the only other time I’d met the kid, when she was only six months old.
Similar to this… I remember being on the changing table and watching my mom walking around with her ponytail swinging down and her humming and singing. Oddly enough, I remember thinking at the time some babyish version of “I wonder who that is”? But later I realized that it had to have been my mom. After that the next earliest memories were around 3-4ish memories of preschool.
Well, I remember playing outside with a group of kids; then a man picking up the girl who was killed and suddenly she stopped moving and there was blood all over her. For a very long time, I thought it was a scene from some movie I had watched and blamed one of my cousins for taking me to this obviously age inappropriate movie that caused me to have nightmares. I use to nag on him a lot about this until one day he just exploded and said, “I didn’t take you to a scary movie. You were there that day when Mr. X killed that girl.” I perfer the scary movie memory.
The earliest clear memory I can place with any accuracy is my mother weighing my newborn baby sister on a home baby scale shortly after coming home from the hospital. I was 5 at the time.
I do have other vague memories which might have been earlier, but I can’t place them.
I have a picture in my head that I think is from going to the hospital with my dad to visit my new baby brother, but I can’t verify it. I would have been 26 months old at that point. I don’t remember seeing him or anything, just that one snapshot of the car trip over.
We lived in TX from when I was an infant until I was 2 years old. I distinctly remember the day my older brother and I were attacked by fire ants beside our tiny kid pool and my mom ripped our clothes off and started spraying us with the garden hose. My mom totally forgot about that until I asked her about it when I was 5 because I didn’t realize that the black ants in MN weren’t going to try to eat me and I got into an argument with a friend when he wouldn’t stop effing with an ant hill. I told him ants attack and he pushed me down and called me dumb.
My mom said I was about 18 months.