My parents were away for some reason and there was a babysitter. All I can remember is sitting on the floor crying with the babysitter in an easy chair. I never did handle being separated from mom and dad very well. I must’ve been about 2?
Chewing gum on an airplane and thinking my mom’s carry on bag was ugly. I was three-ish.
2 memories. I don’t know which is earlier. The first is being held up by my mom so I could wave to my dad as he pulled in the driveway. The other is a memory of sneaking out of my room and into my parent’s bedroom after being put to bed. Being bored and willful, I got ahold of a tube of lipstick and smeared it all over the comforter on the bed, the dresser, the carpet, and the mirror. Both were when I was about four.
We moved away from a place when I was about 18 months old, and I have one memory from there. We lived across the street from a botanical garden that had an outdoor pond filled with large goldfish. There was a stone path crossing the pond. I remember being pushed across that path in a wicker stroller, looking at the fish on both sides of me.
Years later, I asked my mother about this. She confirmed that there was a pond with fish and a path, and also that we had a wicker stroller.
I have no easily nailed down memories before I was living in Florida, where we moved when I was 2. I remember several conversations and brief events from right around that time, though. Included among these were me + a neighbor girl making mud pies from where my baby sister made a puddle wetting her diaper; and my Dad telling my Mom that something had made a sound he described as “drip…drip…drip”, which I asked him about (inarticulately) "Daddy you went ‘drip drip drip’ " and then got annoyed when he replied merely “I did?” without explaining (wasn’t it obvious that I wanted him to explain what he meant?); and getting mad in nursery school and climbing over the gate and walking home.
I’m a guy, for the record.
My earliest memory is waking up after having two dreams, one involving a purple mailbox and a tunnel and the other involving me opening the door of a moving car whilst wearing one of my dad’s sweaters. After I woke up I sat up and thought to myself, “My eyes are hot.”
I meant temperature-wise. I was 3 years old at the time. Never going to forget that. Ever.
My 3rd birthday party.
I also remember watching the first moon landing, later that year.
I’m not sure how old I was, but my earliest memory is of having my diaper changed and giving my sister, who’s older than me by five years, suspicious looks because my mother claimed that at one time she had worn diapers, too. I was potty-trained by 18 months, so I guess it was sometime before then.
I would have been three. In my grandmother’s neighborhood in Memphis, standing next to one of those merry-go-rounds people used to have in their yards (shaped like a plus sign; four seats; the kids push and pull on levers to make it rotate). I stood too close; a kid’s black Oxford shoe hit me in the forehead (judging from the shoe, I’d guess it was on Sunday, after church). Blood flowed down and covered my eyes; my older brother Tommy grabbed my hand and took me to my parents.
Here’s the part I love: I yelled, “Tommy did it!” Heh, heh. Then I went for stitches. Still have the scar. Good times.
I remember my 4th birthday. Before that, I can’t be certain if I’m remembering events or the photos of the events that I’ve seen over the years.
Riding in the back of the car, standing up between the seats, while my mom held my new little brother and we brought them home from the hospital. I distinctly remember wishing we could take him back because he would be trouble. I would turn 2 in a few weeks.
Many memories between the ages of two and five, all involving my stupid brother and the trouble he was. Most involving violence–me hitting him or him hitting me, always me getting in trouble.
Looking down at my red t-bar shoes and a stone lion in a park. My parents think it’s probably the arboretum in Lincoln (UK) where we were living when I was about 1 or 2. I also remember flamingoes but I’m not sure if this is a separate place. I googled images of the Lincoln Arboretum and sure enough the stone lion appears, but no flamingoes - unless they had them there in 1965!
I remember walking up to my old kitty cat to give her a hug. I was VERY young as I was just tall enough to give her a big hug around the neck.
The Apollo 11 moon landing. I remember my Dad waking me up and telling me he wanted to show me something very important. Then sitting on his knee and seeing grainy images on a black and white portable TV that was sitting on an upturned red plastic laundry basket. This means I would have been exactly 22-and-a-half months old. (I cannot imagine the degree of my father’s excitement, less than three years later, when he got a job at NASA.)
The next memory is of me climbing up the hall stairs and jumping off them, going one stair higher each time. I got up to the third stair, jumped, and landed in my bare feet on a bee that had been disguised by my parents’ thick, garishly-coloured 1960s hall carpet. I cried a lot. I’d have been about two.
Then some vague visual memory of looking over a garden wall, and a path at the back of our garden, my baby sister in her pram, a red racing car toy that had faded to pink in the sunlight.
Then aged about three, at a wedding, hiding under a table with my cousin and stuffing our faces with candy. I am told by my parents that later on at the same wedding I got drunk on champagne. I don’t remember that bit, probably because I was drunk.
My earliest memory is being in the hospital with my mom after I was born. So I was a couple of days old?
Yeah, my mom didn’t believe me, either, when I told her years later. Until I told her the layout of the room, the color of the floor tiles, and the conversation she had with the nurse, who said that I was a good baby because I didn’t cry when she shot me in the foot. Mom still may not have believed me, but judging by the look on her face, she definitely wondered.
When my brother was very small, he told me he could remember being in his mom’s belly before he was born. I can believe him.
You could understand English already? :dubious:
Is there an orthodoxy for how early you should remember or is it different strokes for different folks?
Yeah right, and I remember going to a picnic in my dad and coming back in my mom. :dubious:
Choking on a lifesaver candy while sitting in the top-shelf seat of a grocery cart, grocery shopping with my monther and her mother. 3.