How old were you in your earliest memory? I think I was about 3 years old and it’s mostly images of the house I lived in. Is this a common age for the first lasting memory? It’s a real shame that the first couple years of life are not kept in mind.
My earliest memory was of watching Star Trek while having a bath in the kitchen sink. I even remember the episode: The Savage Curtain. It’s the one where a rock monster makes Kirk and Spock fight alongside Abraham Lincoln and Surak against four villains to determine the nature of good and evil. I could only have been 2 years old at the time.
I remember something from yesterday…I think.
My earliest memory is off walking out of my front door and onto my street . It was very warm and I looked up and saw a woman walk across the top of the street. Then my mother grabbing me by the arm and telling me to get off the road. Then nothing …
I’d guess 2/3 years old.
My first memory is just after I started to walk, when I was still pretty wobbly. I was teetering through some bright yellow leaves in the woods with my mom. Over 1 year, less than 2.
My first memory is of the backyard of the house I lived in in Louisiana. I was 3 years old. I remember alot of details of the yard, the sliding glass door, the position of a large tree, a swingset, my father’s tool shed. The memory I have is of running around, playing with the first dog I ever had, Poochie.
It seems like everyone has a similar memory. I was about three and in my grandmothers garden. She was complaining about slugs on her plants. I remember wondering what a “slug” was.
psycat90: My first dog was named Poochie too.
I vaguely remember seeing that bronze colored hand holding the chisel and hitting the hammer during the closing credits of the show “dragnet”.I think it was '67,guess that would make me 3.
my earliest memory is of our old apt. i used to ride my tricycle in the hallway right above the stairs. (the apt. didn’t have an elevator) anyway, i remember stopping at the stairway and staring down it for the longest time. i was debating whether i should take my tryke and haul it downstairs so i’d have more room to ride around or if i should ride my tryke down the stairs since that seemed easiest. i decided to do neither and turned my tryke away from the stairs and headed home. i think i was around 2/3.
Ah, I’ll bet no one else has a nightmare as their first memory! And if anyone does, I’ll bet it’s not about a pointy toothed, slobbering, family stealing, monkey puppet from hell!
Mine are all from nursery school, which I attended from 2 1/2 to 4. I remember sitting in a circle listening to a story, doing the hokey pokey, cutting my finger on the edge of a paper towel, and hiding in the hallway during a party because I was terrified of balloons.
mine is of the first day we moved into my new house in New York. Three years old. I was in the backseat of the station wagon as we drove up. I remember being in my car seat that was maroon, looking at this yellow house. My parents first house! impressive memories.
I remember things from when I lived in Texas and I moved to back to Minnesota the spring after I turned two.
My earliest memory is being on the Teacups ride at Disneyland and seeing my cousin (who was 5 or 6) puking all over herself in the middle of the ride. My mother says I was only 2 1/2 at the time.
I also remember having a blue parakeet that same summer. I remember when it escaped out of the house, which apparently happened just before my third birthday.
I have some fragmentary memories of sitting on my Mom’s lap and her singing nursery-school songs to me when I was no older than 2. Also some nightmarish impressions that I later decided must have been from a dog jumping on my stroller and barking in my face in the same time period, although I didn’t know what a dog was at the time.
Memories that feel like a movie trailer rather than snapshots are from when I was 3 or older.
I think I was about 18 months to 2 years old. I was toddling through the kitchen in my old house holding a piece of paper I’d swiped from somewhere. I was eating the paper.
I remember doing a little song-and-dance routing wearing nothing but a diaper and sunglasses when I was 2 or 3.
Anyone here remember those heavy brown oscillating fans? With a kind of Art Deco design? With the big spaces between the wires?
I remember, when I two, thinking that the fan was really pretty and the back and forth movement was so neat and gee, what would that smoky-looking stuff spinning around in circles in the middle feel like on my hand, I mean after all if the air coming OUT of it is so nice then it MUST be cooler in the MIDDLE of the gauzy stuff…
I don’t remember much AFTER that.
I remember the week of my first birthday. One morning very early, my Grandfather coming up to my crib in the living room. (My grandparents were visiting for my birthday, and they were in my room.) I was awake and I thought I was saying “let me out.” He looked at me and said: “That’s nice.” Got a drink of water and then went back to bed. I know it was when I was turning one, because that is the only time he was at our house. They lived 800 miles away and we normally went to visit them.
This also made me realise later in life that babies and toddlers understand more than we usually give them credit for. They just havn’t learned to control their bodies well enough to talk back. I have tried never to be condensending to young people who cant talk because of this.
I call it my “coming out of the fog” memory.
I’ve just had a bath, I’m standing on the toilet and my sister is drying me off. I’m thinking, “this is my sister and she’s fourteen and I know that because she’s wearing a football around her neck (it was a necklace with a football charm) football - fourteen.” I was three.