# Please State Your Earliest Memory, and Your Gender

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**Category:** In My Humble Opinion\
**Created:** [October 13, 2008, 3:22am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/please-state-your-earliest-memory-and-your-gender/467668 "2008-10-13T03:22:48Z")\
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**Author:** ![Kalea](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/b487fb/32.png) [@Kalea](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Kalea)\
**Post date:** [October 15, 2008, 7:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/please-state-your-earliest-memory-and-your-gender/467668/101 "2008-10-15T19:15:36Z")

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Female.

One that I can pinpoint to just under 18 months. My parents were driving across country, and we visited my grandmother. I was sitting on the floor, and I remember Grandma’s husband reaching down to pick me up. He died before the family saw him again. That memory is more like a slow motion or stop-motion movie.

My next memory was riding on my Dad’s shoulders at the King Dome, going to a baseball game. Estimated age two and a half. It was the first time I remember recognizing my reflection as me.

First traumatic memory was when I tripped on a root in the woods near our house just before my third birthday and ripped my lip one one side about an inch into my cheek. I clearly remember falling towards the ground (again, slow-motion), and having to be held down in the emergency room while I howled and they put in the stitches. And the two orange popcicles they gave me to calm me down afterward.

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**Author:** ![Baker](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/bb73d2/32.png) [@Baker](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Baker)\
**Post date:** [October 15, 2008, 9:32pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/please-state-your-earliest-memory-and-your-gender/467668/102 "2008-10-15T21:32:03Z")

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Youngest datable memory was when I was four. I tried to carry two glass gallon jugs of milk up our basement stairs. They clinked together just right and broke, with the milk cascading back down the steps.

I may have a memory from when I was three or less, but I’m not sure if it’s real or constructed from what I was told. When born I had a crooked foot that was corrected with the wear of a shoe that had a strap attached to it that was gradually tightened, straightening the foot and leg. I have a vague memory of being put to bed, and having the shoe and leg strap being removed for the night.

I’m female.

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