First Memories and their affect on you

elsol

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I was reading through some other threads and got interested in something because of how I perceive it affecting my view of the world. That being my very first memory.

Let me explain this completely.

For me, conciousness arrived like a switch being turned on. There's a specific date that I can enumerate that I became 'aware'.

Some people have doubted me about this, but I can state it with finality because of events that occurred before and after. For instance, my mother moved to the states before this date, but I have NO memories of her except those after this date. I was also moved from family home to home, but I have no memories of any of those homes prior to my godfather's which I moved into in the time surrounding this date.

Because of my early upbringing there's a lot of events or situations I COULD/SHOULD remember that would be distinct but I do not until AFTER my date of conciousness.

That date was exactly on the day that my cousin died.

Again, some people have said 'that's just such a significant event that it overshadows other memories, but that doesn't take into account my memory of waking up that day, going downstairs, having breakfast while 'knowing' something about me was different. At THAT point is when the police came over to tell my aunt and uncle that my cousin had died, I remember the screaming and the crying, and my other cousin trying to explain to me what happened.

I also specifically remembering that in that explanation is when I came up with my own religion (at three no less)... I arrived at the conclusion that I was my cousin reincarnitated and that's why something was different because his soul (came up with the idea of the soul to satisfy the 'something from him came into me') had taken residence in my body giving me the new awareness. A couple of days later, I caused a problem trying to explain to my aunt that she didn't have to cry anymore because I was really 'my cousin'.

What's the point of this?

Well... I was reading another thread (Lime's about the person fucking with their real identity) and I, again, had a major split in my thinking from other people pointed out.

I would never fuck with someone that way because my assumption is that most people think what I do... "You fuck with me, I kill you. I then go to the prosecutor and say 'I'll make you deal, I'll plead guilty and will refuse any appeals. We set my execution date as soon as possible." (The death penalty threads also got me thinking, but I've been unwilling to step in to those.)

The though-process is 'bloody-minded' but in thinking about it, I realized that it comes from that first memory and how it formed my sense of self.

I'm incapable of conceiving of death with any sense of finality. My first memory, my first cogent thoughts are about death as reincarnation and nothing I've ever done or been taught has ever shaken that sense of unity between life and death.

My cousin asked me today whether or not I was afraid of flying, and I said no. He said he was and why wasn't I considering the 'dangers'.

I answered without thinking, "Well, if a plane goes down, you're dead. That's it. If you have a car accident, you can live but you're life might no longer be your own. Like you could be burned over 90% of your body or be quadriplegic... but in a plane crash realistically the worst that can happen is you die."

My sig-other and cousin were really disturbed by the "That's it." They kept trying to explain that death is the 'big' IT, needless to say it's an argument I don't have anymore because people seem to not understand when I say "Death is just death... what's the problem?"

This is not a thread on death though...

I was actually wondering if other people's first memories affect them in that deep a fashion or if i'm just a freak?

Also wondering if other people's 'awareness' was awakened in that sense of 'from this forward, I remember things but nothing prior'.

Sincerely,

ElSol
 
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Memory is a mistress that marks the path I take.

I remember nothing from before the age of nine or ten other than embroidered histories based on photograhs and family tales. Took me years to build that history and disturb the root that blanked my mind, what happened then effects me today and manifests itself in the way I'm able to relate to people. Recognition is the key to understanding.
 
My first memory is of my mother crying over Bobby Kennedy's assassignation. I was 4. Can't dredge up anything earlier than that.

But, ElSol -- I'm with you on the death thing. It's not finality to me. It's transition. I have big plans for my afterlife. :D
 
Interesting thread, Elsol!

My first memories... I wouldn't say they shaped my consciousness, but they're definitely a reflection of my personality and who I am.

My earliest ever memory is being out of doors on a picnic one summer's day with kids from my nursery school. I remember it started to thunder and the sky turned a weird pink colour. The girl sitting next to me was wearing a Laura Ashley dress and looking a bit peaky. The next moment, she just hurled all over the white sheet.

All my life I've always had a knack of finding myself in the middle of unpleasant little dramas like that, so I guess it's quite a fitting first memory.
 
scheherazade_79 said:
Interesting thread, Elsol!

My first memories... I wouldn't say they shaped my consciousness, but they're definitely a reflection of my personality and who I am.

My earliest ever memory is being out of doors on a picnic one summer's day with kids from my nursery school. I remember it started to thunder and the sky turned a weird pink colour. The girl sitting next to me was wearing a Laura Ashley dress and looking a bit peaky. The next moment, she just hurled all over the white sheet.

All my life I've always had a knack of finding myself in the middle of unpleasant little dramas like that, so I guess it's quite a fitting first memory.


That is actually so funny... I don't know... it's just so incredibly vivid.

Probably because the first thing I did when I arrived in the US was puke... in fact, because I'm a very 'habitual' person a lot of 'changes' in my life have "And then I puked" in them somewhere.

Sincerely,
ElSol
 
My first memory is off being in my cot and crying and my dad coming in, leaning over the cot and saying "Hush now, you'll have a brand new big girl bed in the morning." From what I can gather I was around 2 at the time and I remember it vivividly. As I am a born comforter it seems fitting that my first memory is of being comforted :)
 
First solid memory is the day my dad moved out. I think I was four. I'm sure, on some level, those first memories do affect us as we get older. Hope I leave better ones for my kids.

SJ
 
First memory

(Hi, new here, (like most people, by the looks of things!) , but I've been reading a lot of posts -- this one I just felt I had to chip in).

Hi, Elsol.

Today is Mother's day and I visited her. I'm in my mid forties. We discussed a lot of things from my early childhood, and she was amazed at how much I can remember from -- wait for it -- less than two years old. There are no photographs to help with these memories, so they really are little eidetic images from my early past. I won't bore you with them.

But the moment of awareness you described, which I have also had, occurred at the age of nine, when I walked with alone my dog in the local park. Put into words, the moment was "These Eyes Are The Eyes of An Adult. They Are My Eyes, Through Which I will See The World Until I Die."

I remember that moment clearly. Similar to what you've described, it was for me almost as though a shutter opened.
 
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