I can remember going into the old Dominion grocery store and being awed by the rotisserie they had there. When I was around 2 and a half, I’d spend ten or twenty minutes staring at the chickens being roasted.
Allegedly my first sentence was “many chickens go 'round and 'round”. I don’t remember saying it, but I do remember staring at the chickens.
Male, 41.
Much later I had a son of my own and my parents gave me a bunch of the storybooks I had read as a toddler to read to him - and then I realized that my first sentence was inspired by one of them - Go Dogs Go, which contains the phrase “many gods go around and around”.
I´m only 20, and yet my memory is horrible, I can only see my “young” youth as very thick fog at best. Having stated that the earliset memory I have (which I can remember relatively well) is accidentally kissing my neighboor (girl, cute *way *back then) in the mouth, I missed the cheeck. :smack:
I remember sitting in a high chair eating saltines from the tray. The tray was blue. The walls of the room were painted burnt orange. I was a little over a year old at the time. I’m male.
Going with my mother to pick up my sister at preschool. I remember she was upset because a boy had knocked down her wall that she had built with the cardboard bricks. I was 2.
Having a baby myself has triggered a lot of early memories for me I thought I had lost.
I remember being changed on the changing table by my grandmother in her house. Later memories indicate that I must have been under two years old , other wise I woulnd’t have fitted on that particular washstand.
It is a nice memory, I 'm glad to have it back. I remember “talking” happily to my grandmother, while, as a sort of background feeling, my bottom goes from warm and wet, to fresh and clean.
The earliest memories I can date are from a time when the rest of the family went on vacation to the Grand Canyon and left me with family friends. I had just turned two years old, and I still haven’t forgiven them.
My first proper memory is of accidentally bolting myself in the bathroom, aged 3. I’d gone in to use the lavatory, and had been told not to touch the door bolt by my mother, who obviously didn’t trust me to be able to unbolt it by myself. Of course, I wanted to be “grown-up” and slid the bolt across anyway - and the handle fell off the bolt and vanished from sight. I called out for help but couldn’t get them to understand that the bolt had no handle - they kept saying “just slide the bolt back”. In the end my parents had to break the door down.
I can’t remember anything from before age 4 or 5.
I remember my friend S. lying on his back on the floor in our kindergarten class, with a wet paper towel in his mouth because he had just lost a tooth.
I remember playing with cardboard bricks in pre-school, when I was four. I also know that I have false memories of the same time period. My earliest memory never in fact happened. I’m male.
Male. Standing in my whatever the heck you call those training walker things. You know, the harness a ring and some tubing leading down to four wheels? I was stalking a cricket down the hallway. I remember squeeling with delight whenever I’d get close and it would jump. I guess I would have been a little younger than 2.
When my mother was pregnant with my little sister, my parents took me to the park as a special outing before my sister was born. I fed a duck a piece of my bologna sandwich with mustard and the duck shook his head wildly and spat it out, causing me to laugh hysterically.
My sister was born when I was 2 and a half. I’m female.
Female here. My earlist memory is looking up at my aunt. I’ve not the vaguest how old I was at the time or where I was.
My second oldest memory has to do with a babysitter. She was dressing me. I insisted that since I could put my shirt on the bottom half of my body (my arms over my legs), I could put my pants over my head. She agreed that my arms could go into the leg holes, but where would my head go? My three-year-old reluctantly agreed.
I have a snippet of memory from what I believe is my first birthday party—being carried around a corner (facing backwards, on someone’s shoulder) to the dining room table, cheerful-sounding voices, seeing the birthday cake. White frosting, with little cherries on top. Not a decorating scheme I had on any other birthday cakes, over the years. Male.
The earliest reliable memory was when my mother told me that I was going to have a little brother or sister. My brother was born 33 months after I was, so I was probably a little over two years old at the time.
I have scattered memories of playing with busy boxes and other baby-type toys, but nothing definate. I also have a memory(?) of being in a stroller at my grandmother’s house and having the sun in my eyes, but I later saw a photograph that matched my memory… I probably saw that picture when I was a kid and created my own memory of it.
My earliest memory is of standing in the back of our car on the hump between the seats, watching my dad drive and my mom holding my very young little brother. I would have been around 2.
My Uncle Tom feeding me lunch and telling me that the mushroom soup he made was tomato soup…when you put the milk in, it turns white! No wonder I still don’t make tomato soup with milk. Age 2 to 3.
Memory of the babysitter’s son telling me he had peed in the cup of water I just drank. I was about 3.
Granny Garlock (don’t know her real name, she was just some lady we rented to) living in the little house on our property and yelling at us kids to go away. Age 3 to 4.
I have a very vivid memory of fighting with my brother over MY trike, and hitting him with the handlebars after they came off in my hands. I was 5, he was 3; I still have a picture of him with the black eye he got in that altercation. Stupid little brother.
Most of my memories from childhood are related to bad things happening…Mom throwing water in my face during a tantrum, my brother hitting me with various blunt objects, mean babysitters and their evil spawn. I envy those of you who remember nice things happening.
My earliest memory is riding a hobby horse (the plastic kind that is attached to a frame with springs), bouncing off the back and hitting my head. We were in a trailer, it was red and white on the outside with brown (wood) paneling inside. I remember Dragnet was on TV at the time. According to my mother this happened either in late '69 or early '70 so I would have been a little over a year old.
I remember looking at a book, but was unable to read (not that I remember being unable to read, I mostly remember just likeing the pictures). I remember the book distinctly as it had a story about a little girl in it and I think it was called Cricket, possibly a magazine. I remember being excited when it came in the mail. Years later I noticed that the date on the book was 1970.
We moved just before I turned 3 (fall of 1971) and I remember exploring the new house when it was empty. That and peeing on the big tree in the front yard in front of the neighbors.
All of these memories are pretty clear to me; yesterday, not so much.
Female. Flashes of my first birthday—reading the cards, having my picture taken, and eating cake. I remember being in my wooden high chair and how cold it was on my legs.
Nearly two years old. The very tip of my index finger was pinched off when one heavy piece of steel fell onto another heavy piece of steel, trapping my wee little finger between them. I remember running to find my mom, holding the injured hand in my other hand. I remember my mom driving to the emergency room and my dad holding my hand in a blue kitchen towel. Very blue. And soft.
I remember “talking” happily to my grandmother, while, as a sort of background feeling, my bottom goes from warm and wet, to fresh and clean.