Very distinct memory of my sister’s christening. For a long time I’d thought it was a vivid dream until I talked to my mom about it and she confirmed it for me. My sister and I are only 18 months apart so I’m going to estimate a maximum age of 20 months. Male.
I seem to remember a similar thread from my earlier stint here where someone told their mother about seeing the inside of her uterus (triggered by the fabric of a coat being shown on a TV commercial). That was pretty cool.
My fourth birthday party for certain. Before that, I don’t know what is a memory and what is based on photographs I’ve seen of my childhood. Then again, these days I have trouble remembering why I came into this room…
I can remember the layout of a house we moved out of when I was 2, including wallpaper patterns in rooms we don’t have photos of.
I can remember having a spinal xray when I was 18 months old.
I can remember cutting my face and laughing at the blood in the mirror when I was about 16months old.
I am female.
Male here.
My earliest memory is of visiting my mother in hospital after she gave birth to my younger brother. I would have been 2.5 years old at the time. After that…nothing till my 5th birthday.
I remember complaining that Marmite made my teeth itch.
I remember being bathed in one side of a double kitchen sink, with my sister in the other.
I also remember various elderly relatives fawning over me in astonishment that I had pointed to a flower and said “mesembryanthemum” (correctly identifying it).
The circumstances attached to all of these memories (memories which of course may not be perfect, but exist nonetheless) dictate that the events must have happened before I was three years old.
I’m male.
My earliest memory is getting riding my tricycle to visit my grandparents. At the time we were renting an apartment at the opposite end of the same block. We bought a house when I was five, so it must have been before then.
Male
I remember looking out the window from my bedroom over the backyard. I had to have been about three years old. Male.
The kitchen cupboards being replaced in our new house - my sister had not been born yet, or had just been born, and we are 4.5 years apart, so between 4 and 5years old.
I’m male.
I remember jumping on a fold-out bed in what i would call “the basement”. According to mum, that was the downstairs level of our split-plan home in New Jersey. I would have been about two and a half at the time. Nothing more really until we got my little sister (four). I’m Male.
I’m 32, female, with a very crappy memory.
Aside from educational, fact-based stuff, at this point I’ve lost all but one of my teachers’ names, most of my memories before middle school, and almost everything prior to about age 8. I’ve spent the last few minutes racking my brain, and I think the this is everything that I have left from before that:
And a collection of memories that I can’t determine whether or not they happened prior to the cutoff, but happened in the right house:
Wow, that’s a lot more than I thought! I’ve already lost about 80% of high school, so I was pretty sure that all of that early stuff was gone.
JFK was assassinated when I was 2 yrs 8 months old, I have vague recollections of that event. My family sold a house when I was 3 yrs and 3 months old. I have a vivid memory of sitting on the steps outside our front door looking out over the neighborhood and petting our neighbor’s collie. That could have been before or after Kennedy died.
Male
I remember when dad turned 30 and when people went to the moon; both memories are conversations about these topics which I overheard, both in 1969. Dad’s birthday was in July, when I was 19 months old. I’m female and FWIW, was speaking in full sentences at 11 months - I believe early language acquisition is the reason I remember adult conversations at such an early age.
My earliest datable memory was when I was 3 1/2, because I remember telling my dad, accurately that I was 3 1/2.
ETA: male.
Male. I remember playing with the neighbor’s dog, which meant I was no older than two, as that’s when we moved away.
–Cliffy
Sitting on the outside back steps and being so cold and wondering why my arm felt so hot when I was so cold.
I had no coat on, it was February in Boston, and I was 26 months old. My mother had gotton mad at me, grabbed my arm and thrown me out on the porch. My arm was broken, either from being grabbed or falling on the porch.
I was with a babysitter in the living room of our old house. I was sitting on the floor and she was sitting in our chair. I was crying but I don’t remember why.
I’m told by my mom I was about 18 months old at the time. I’m male.
Edit: I was hardly babysat at all when I was really young because I really didn’t do well with people other than my parents so it wasn’t tough to figure out when I was talking about. My parents memory was talking with the distraught babysitter afterward.
Male, currently closing in on 32.
Earliest memory fragment is looking into the living room of the apartment my parents lived in until my younger sister was born, Just general layout of the room, with no real context. But my sister was born when I was about 2.5 years old, so it has to be from then.
Closer to a “real” memory, in terms of having action instead of a snapshot, is when I broke my arm not too long after moving into the house I grew up in. Probably just a few months after the above fragment; I’d have to ask Mom if I’d turned 3 yet. Jumped down from the second floor to the landing (four steps) and broke my arm.
I remember a lot of stuff from when I was four, nothing prior to that. I am male.
I remember a few things from when I was two or younger: Eating raw onion with my teenaged aunts and uncle watching me. I don’t remember if they were grossed out or impressed, but I remember wondering what the big deal was. There was also the time I woke up and found that my mother (also a teenager) had drawn smiley faces all over my pillowcase.
My parents didn’t get married until I was two, and until they did we lived with her family. Both those things happened there.
ETA: I am female.
Male
I remember going to the party with my Dad, and going home with my Mom.