I was, I think, crawling around on a kitchen table, and I ate a crayon wrapper.
I think it was … ouch, it hurts to think too much, so I’ll stop now.
I remember getting my head stuck in the black wrought-iron railing at our old apartment. I must have been really young, like three or four years old.
Waving good bye to my sister as she went to school. I must have3 been about 18 months.
A rope ladder on a tree from nursery school. 2 or 3? Also vague memories of my grandfather (& I can remember remembering more …) & he died when I was 3.
I remember my 4th birthday vividly - I got the neatest little play sink with working faucets. Before that, I’m not sure what’s an actual memory and what’s tied to family photo albums. Heck, I’m 46 - I’m lucky I can remember what day of the week it is…
I remember watching my sister’s first steps. She’s 2 years younger than me, so I guess I was 3.
But I also have other memories of around that time that are harder to really place in context. Like my train set and blocks, or looking through old National Geographics, or being frightened by a jack-in-a-box, or reaching up to the doorhandle, or listening to my Mum’s favourite radio soap opera while she washed up.
I remember finding one of those full-face, cover-your-head rubber masks. I picked it up and put it on. Unfortunately, it had been laying in the sun and was hot as hell. I was about 2, I think.
seems like most people start retaining memories around age 2, give or take a year.
Although my first memory is soon after I turned 1, I have many vivid, colorful and amusing memories from ages 2-4. Then my elementary school years are more blurry.
I was barely walking. And I think I was sitting in a giant ladybug walker thingy. And my dog was there. It’s pretty hazy, but a memory nonetheless.
We moved to a new house when I was three yrs old so every thing that I can remember from my old house was definately before that. I can remember my older sisters clogging up the basement washtub (also where the watersoftener drained into) with paper mache’ and being terrified that the sink would overflow in the middle of the night and I would drown.
My earliest memory was of spilling an entire 2-liter bottle of Pepsi Light on the floor, when I was about eighteen months old. Apparently I didn’t realise that if you turned the bottle upright, the liquid would stop coming out.
BTW, SDMBers will now have some idea of my age after that Pepsi Light reference. (Hint: Pepsi Light was regular old Pepsi cut with lemon juice. The suburban equivalent of Thunderbird.)
I was alone in a warm, dark place kinda sleeping, when something started poking me in the face…
Oka… my first memory, I was around 2 yrs old, and the girl across the street came over and was playing jacks on our porch. Around the same time I took a yellow rake and pulled down a plum from the tree that hung over our yard. I turned 3 in Massachusetts, and those both happened in California, so I’m guessing 2-2&1/2
Standing between my parents looking at the Christmas tree in our living room. It was night and the lights were reflected in the window. My mom says the only year we had a full-sized Christmas tree in that house was 1977, so I must have been nineteen months old.
I vividly remember spending one morning in the church nursery. I remember the pea green carpet and sitting in a pink baby walker/bouncer thing. Then, I was put in a crib with a Snoopy mobile hanging over it, I think. After I woke up, I wanted out and some old lady pushed me back down! I remember being pretty mad about it, too, but being 1 1/2 or so, I couldn’t really do anything about it. Just thinking about now still gets me rather resentful.
I also recall walking into our church hallway and thinking of how BIG it was and how impressive the black and white tiles were.
The hallway’s much smaller now.
There are 3 or so that occured when I was about 3. I remember walking with my dad to get my older sister from school. Chasing my sister in the house. And while with my parents and grandparents in Temple, Tx. Seeing this beautiful white spotlight Outside a hospital (Not Scott&White but the other big one) and putting my hand on it. My parents remember taking me to the emergency room with my burned hands.