What's your first memory?
What's your first memory?
Last edited by rooster470; 07-15-2008 at 10:00 PM.
A couple of months old having my nappy changed, lol. I can remember wondering about how the pins worked. - I have tons of early memories!
I was between 1 and 2. In Kiev, my parents and I shared a room. It was naptime and I got out of my "crib" and decided to play underneather my parents bed. My babushka came in to check on me and was cross that I crawled out and wasn't sleeping
The other one was in the Kryshatik in Kiev, around age 2-3. My other babushka and I were in the square and some kids were drawing with chalk on the sidewalk. She let me get down there and do a little scribbling myself.
Some might say we cannot remember that far back, but I KNOW this happened. There are a few other memories like that to. I hold them close to my heart so I never forget where I came from. I tried way too hard to forget when I came to the US. Never again.
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Originally Posted by Mia M
I remember playing in the bathtub with my mermaid toys when I was like 3, I was in there with my older brother and sister who were 4 and 6. My mom was taking pictures, I wonder where they are.
Also vividly remember that when I first learned to talk I would scream NOOOOOO! when my mom and Dad were making out in the kitchen in the morning. They did it just to bother me, I really thought he was trying to eat her or something and I would throw a fitt! I would say Nooo Tunny!! I was trying to say it's not funny, b/c they would laugh at me forever.
My clearest memory I can think of right now I was about 5 years old. My parents and I had gone to dinner, and came home to find that the dog had pooped in the house.
We found multiple 'piles' of poo and my dad and mom would exclaim 'Found another pile of shit over here! OMG!"
So, as the impressionable little girl I was, when I went upstairs and found another pile, I said "Momma, here's another pile of shit up here!"
Mom goes "WHAT did you say?!"
I repeated myself.
"That's a naughty, bad word. Go sit in the chair in time out!"
LOL. I was just repeating what I heard! Mom was so pissed at herself![]()
When I was 2 1/2.
I was running through the house, chasing after my cousin. He ran out through the screen door, which was glass. I put my hand out to catch the door, but I missed the handle and went through the glass. My dad screamed at me to stop, don't pull my arm back. ( cause I wasn't cut yet, but pulling back would cause the glass to cut me)
But reflex caused me to pull my arm back, and the glass went into my arm.
At the hospital, they had me strapped down and were cleaning out my arm with what I remember to be a SOS scrub pad. (iodine)
My dad cried. Years later he told me he felt soo guilty that he couldn't reach me in time before I got cut.
I knicked the artery in my wrist, and got 30 stitches.
I have a scar that lookes like I attempted suicide "the right way"




Having a 'picnic' with my cousins and they dared me to eat sand, so I did. Thought it was disgusting. Spit it out. So they dumped more on my head.




About 4 years old playing with an electric Christmas decoration that plugged into the wall. It was shaped like a big ornament and had a partridge that chirped. I tried to plug it in and gave myself an electrical shock while this ornament chirped at me. Ever seen the cartoons where the little birds fly and chirp around a dizzy character's head? That's pretty much what it felt like.
I was 2 and in Miss Kelley's day school.
A girl sits to my left during snack time, we eat Fr00t L00ps. I gobble all mine up, she silently passes some my way and I eat hers too. I felt an immense gratitude but don't recall saying thank you.![]()
Check this shit out, I just got done watching a bunch of 80's commercials, and the Juicy Fruit one where the water ski, matches my memory EXACTLY! and I was 3!![]()





It was a few days before my youngest sister was born, meaning I was 4 years old. My other younger sister (at this point 2 and a half) and I had ice cream cones. I was trying to eat mine very slowly so that I would have some left when she finished with hers. I guess to me that meant I had more...
I remember a few days later when my baby sister was born. My grandma was watching us while my momma was in the hospital. I put on my orange knitted coat and insisted on waiting outside for what seemed like hours, until finally our station wagon pulled up. I remember being in awe at how tiny and beautiful my baby sister was. But I remember more how my mother looked. She was flushed and glowing and I could feel her happiness flowing all over me. That was the best part. My family was complete that day and I don't think I've ever felt so much love.
Crawling across multi-colored carpet in Indiana. Riding in the blue van during a crazy midwest rainstorm.





I was 3. It was weird because at first all was black and then there I was standing in the middle of my street in front of my house. It's as if I had fallen out of the sky. Very strange!
I have a couple of images from when I was 3...grabbing a little can of tomato juice from a cabinet under the sink. Going up the stairs to our apartment. I think I stole a Lego from preschool--it may not have been preschool, it feels like it was a huge room like a convention center, maybe it was some sort of play group?
And then my first memory in the States was my 4th birthday, which was close enough to my cousin's 4th birthday that we had two birthday cakes and celebrated together, but her cake had Snow White on it and I was mad.





I have one memory where I was doing that toddler walk along the table side to see my uncle, who smiled at me. I couldn't talk, or walk on my own. So I must have been less than 2 years old.
I have another memory of a daycare I was at. One kid stole this wallet I was playing with, and ran off. Then the babysitter called for snack time, so all the kids ran off. I could only crawl though. So again, I'm guessing I was very young.





My earliest memory is not a good one. I guess it must have traumatized me. My uncle was murdered when I was 2 and I remember my grandmother sitting at my grandfather's desk, crying into a handkerchief; she was wearing a gold brooch.
I can still visualize that scene and remember the brooch so vividly.





^I'm so sorry, that's horrible!
Me too! My earliest was ~8 months old (crawling, not walking) I remember crawling over to my dad's record collection, pulling a record out and sticking it in my mouth. My dad came running over and said, "Nuh uh uh uh!"
I have other early memories too like from my 1st birthday and stuff. My friend insists that this is impossible and that the psych department wants to interview me![]()




I think my earliest is when I was 3 and at preschool. My mom left me there and I was very sad but my friend was having a lot of fun.





My earliest memory is of an apartment my family lived in when I was about 18 months old. I remember my grandmother sitting at the bar in the kitchen, and I remember crawling up the stairs to a bedroom. I don't remember a lot of details other than a white door on the closet upstairs and I remember my grandmother vividly. And I say this is my earliest memory, but honestly, I don't think I have other memories until I get to be a few years older.
Around 2 1/2 sitting in the kitchen of the house eating the marshmellows out of the Lucky Charms.
I have lots of memories of mine and my brothers "invisible friends" Sean and Melissa. Them having us do all kinds of things... like climb the fence covered with blackberries... "making sand"
I have lots of early memories but they start around 2 1/2 - 3.
My brother has very early memories from being just a baby....









My mum's a singer and my dad's a drummer and when he practiced he would put pillows in his bass drum to muffle the sound and I would crawl in there and nap, often to the muffled sounds of reggae. I also have a few similar memories sleeping wrapped up in my special blue blanket in the dressing room with some highly perfumed, colourful, bejeweled hippy babysitting me. Probably smelling of pot too. These memories are very happy :-) Someone stole that blanket from a party, I was so sad to lose it.
Another really early memory is falling out of my pram. It was one of those older style prams, kinda like a dolls pram and my mum had forgotten to do the belt up. I don't think I could walk at this point. She used to aways take me out for walks in the rain (My mother loves the rain) and she hit a crack in the sidewalk and i remember just going forward and then it was all black, then I remember my mum being really upset and carrying me home in her arms, my face smushed into her big curly hair. I don't recall any pain or negative emotions of this event although my ma does. I don't think I was even injured but it's a very vivid memory.
I also have heaps and heaps of 'snippits' of memories, like certain objects, or colours and smells.
When I was little, my mom and I lived in a studio apartment downtown behind the Wonder Bread factory. We used to sit out on our little balcony at night on this old lawnchair - the kind with the vinyl slats that folds up in three sections or reclines so you can lay out. My earliest memory is of curling up on that lawnchair with my mom at dusk, smelling the baking bread from the factory, singing "Hey Diddle Diddle, The Cat and the Fiddle" together. I mentioned that to my mom once and she was shocked I remembered it, because I would've been about 20 months old at the time.
Falling down the stairs at our new house on the day we moved in and breaking my collarbone. So fun.




Ooh, and on my fourth birthday my mum's best friend (a crazy maori insomniac) stayed up all night and drew this huge rainbow traditional maori mural on the patio with a face in haka pose (with the bulgy eyes and tongue poking out) and I remember just standing there amazed. I think to this day it's one of the best birthday presents i've ever recieved.
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