I have a (non verifiable)
memory of being put in my cot in the bedroom of my parents, probably < 12 months old.
After that, I had a tonsillectomy aged 4, and I recall the doctors, the anaesthetic, the recovery in the ward and all the various things that happened. I’m 64 now, so there ya go!
My first memory is equally mundane, my parents rented a faux-tudor style house, and I recall peering over my mother’s shoulder at the façade. I was less than one years old… which is unusual.
Then a lot of blank until I was two - that’s when my sister was born - obviously.a big thing for any family. But I, as a two year old was WAY more interested in the “Dinky” toy cars my older brother and I got as compensation.
I don’t recall anything of my sister as a baby, but I still own that toy car.
I remember walking up a flight of stairs, specifically of an open two-story foyer, to put the topper on the Christmas tree.
When as an adult I told my parents this, they ID’d the house and timeframe. I was just over two years old in 1980. My next earliest memories was of moving into the next house the following spring.
I can remember feeling discomfort eating Marmite on toast, because some of my milk teeth were still growing in (probably molars, so maybe 18 to 24 months). I was an early talker and I remember saying ‘my teeth itch’.
I can remember being bathed in the double kitchen sink, with my sister in the other sink - we used to pretend we were riding a train. I can’t have been more than 2 years old because my sister is nearly 3 years older than me.
I have a few other such early memories - they are pretty well cemented in a period that must have been age 0 to 3, because we moved abroad when I was 3 and did not come back (to the same house) until I was nearly 8 - so some of the memories in that house can’t have been after we went away, just because they involve me being able to easily walk into certain places like under the table or in the cupboard under the stairs.
I was in the front seat of our car (I was born in the sixties and car seats weren’t a thing). We were in a shopping center parking lot; my mom was driving. We had stopped to let a family of black people cross in front of the car to go into the shops. My mom said, “I don’t like black people.”
I was barely three years old, but I still remember all the excitement about the Queen’s coronation (1953).
Third or fourth time relating this one, just copied and pasted from one such earlier thread:
10 months here (as documented at least twice in older threads)-looked out my parents’ car window at a brilliant orange sunset which looked like a huge tiger to me (and yes that word popped into my head at the moment in question-I was speaking at 7 months). My parents had (in the prehistorical pre car seat days) put down a mattress in the back seat for me to sleep or play on, and I recall I was doing so with a toy when I looked up. Confirmed when I was an adult and my mom disclosed the date of said vacation (to Niagara Falls), along either US 2 or Interstate 90 near Erie PA.
Outstanding! ::golf clap::
I was around two, in my crib. The floor in the room was linoleum, with some kind of designs. My two year old brain decided one was a ghost. I don’t remember being scared, as the ghost was just sitting there, so I went back to sleep. I related the story to my Mom years later, and the location of the crib checked out.
I remember my family being in the backyard at night, standing around in a group, looking at something up in the sky. My memory says they were looking to see if they could spot Sputnik. They tried to get me to look up, too, but I was frightened of the night sky and thought that Sputnik was some kind of big monstrous thing, so I just hid my face on my dad’s shoulder. Wikipedia says Sputnik was launched in 1957, so I was between two and three years old.
She wasn’t some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl, was she?
Oh my gosh, you triggered a memory for me. I also remember this, and I had to have been very small, because our kitchen sink was dinky. Wow.
I was about the same age, I was outside playing and called in by my Nan who was visiting. And then without any explanations I was whisked away to the hospital. Next memory was getting strapped down tight to a gurney and waiting in a hallway alone, I had the most terrible itch I couldn’t move to scratch. Then woke up in a hospital room where I felt pampered and indulged. ( lots of brothers annd sisters at home so I was the focus for once) Anytime I see a hospital sized bottle of mouthwash it brings back visceral memories of that time.
Earliest memory had to be the hours I spent watching shadows move across the wall from my crib. When was mom coming to get me? 