Memories...How far back do you...

[*bratcat*]

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

Sitting in the apartment remembering a dream about a man in a jail of water because earlier that day my mother had said someone got "caught in the rain". I was probably 3 1/2.

 

[Bob Peale]

I was 3...I remember sticking my hand in a fan.

I'd like to think I've smartened up...

 

[Debbie]

when I as about four and we went to the petting zoo. A goat got his little horns stuck in my new red cardigan and my Dad had to rescue me. I was more upset than scared. Damn goat nibbling on my new cardy! lol

 

[doctor_insanus]

I was 3 years old

I was in the hospital to have my baby teeth removed... and they decided to circumcise me while I was there. Why they waited until I was 3, I don't know.

I awoke to find a big gauze pad on my willy... and when I pulled it off to see what was going on, I completely freaked out!

Maybe that's why I haven't spent a night in the hospital since...

Ahhh... the memories.

 

[lilfrk]

I remember going to the nursing home where my great gramma lived and rubbing her feet while she talked to my mom. We went to see her every saturday. I was 2 1/2 when she lived there.

 

[Shy Tall Guy]

I barely remember some vague memory of when I was about 3-4 years old watching my older brother go to school. I think my earliest memories that are probably real are in the range of 4-5 years old. I think the older you get the harder it is to remember back to that age.

STG

 

[SweetCherry]

I was about 2 or 3 and my mom used to go across the street to have coffee with an older neighbor lady. I remember calling her "Gramma" and she would give me hot chocolate and cookies and kiss me and tell me how pretty my long hair was.

 

[Kymberley]

My brother and I both have a very vivid memory of an old house with a staircase that is sort of on a corner wall with a huge banister rail at the bottom with one of those big balls on it.

The rail ended right in front of a huge antique grandfather clock which stood beside a closet door.

The other side of the staircase was beside a double door that was always closed. This entry way was always very dark.

We both remember watching a fire across the street one night in another two story house. We can remember the family screaming and crying as the firemen tried to save the house.

Our parents, who seperated about that time, we were 2 and 3, both deny any such house ever existed. Neither did the fire or the clock, or anything else about that.

Since I never told my brother about this "dream" until I was about 16 and he had told our Aunt about it when he was 12, we know it was not something we invented together. Our telling of the visions were 4 years apart and both identical.

hmmmm?

 

[lobito]

easy, 3 years old when my brother was born. I remember crying because my mommy was going to the hospital for some reason, and jumping on her bed as she left. The next day I was told I had another brother.

 

[lilminx]

An early indication of my pervertedness

I was about 3 or 4 in nursery school. This boy James and I both stuck out tongues out and started to touch our tongues together. I remember my teacher, Miss Penny, freaking out and separating us-lol.

 

[Gilly Bean]

My first 'memory' I am not even sure is one. I would have been very very young, like around 10 or 11 months old. My mother had my ears peirced when I was an infant, and i have a memory of sitting on her lap, while she was talking on the phone, and she was cleaning my ears. Since I know that I see myself as a baby, it is hard to imagine that is real.

My next real memory was when I was probably 3. My mother walked out on us when I was only a little over one. She took us for only every other weekend, but usually didn't show up more then once every other month. One weekend, she took me, and not my brother. It was winter, and she was just starting to date her second husband. She kept telling me that we were going over to her friends house that night, so they could play cards. I was happy because they had a little girl my age. It ended up snowing so much we couldn't go. We bundled up, and walked down the street to the little convience store, and I got to get a treat, and we went back to her 'hole' (which 90% of her apartments were until I was older), and all of us snuggled into thier big warm water bed, and watched TV for the night.

That is the earliest memory I have that I know is an actual memory, and also one of like 3 I have of my mother from before I was 8 or 9.

 

[Ask For More]

Sitting on my dad's knee watching a football match....

 

[loki]

I was 3, visiting my grandmother in a nursing home. She was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch and I sat at her feet on the floor. It was the only time I saw her alive.

 

[SexCrazedQT4U]

I think

I was about 4 years old and my grandmother took me to see the ocean for my first time......I got stung by a jellyfish, OUCH!!!!

 

[Barb Dwyer]

I must add my voice to the consensus. I remember several things when I was 3 years old: Running outside to buy a fudgesicle from the ice cream truck- I had to be the 'different one' because everyone else bought a Mister Softee. I recall dressing up in my Indian Princess costume at Halloween. I also remember seeing an ambulance come when my aunt had a heart attack.

I vividly remember thinking the neighbor's schnauzer was a horse and when I tried to 'ride' it, it bit me! I remember the people at the hospital giving me a doll for being such a brave little girl when I got stitches for that!

And I remember my dad teaching me how to swim by throwing me in the pool!

 

[pabloback]

i have many memories dating back to around the age
of two. falling down stairs , trying to start a tractor by blowing the horn, sticking a knife into an electric bar fire and causing a blackout ,turning the gas off and stopping the house from exploding, catching my finger in a door ...................the list is endless

 

[freakygirl]

my earlist memory.. was April 11, 1974.. i was 6 years old.. it was the day my little brother was born.. god i hated my parents for "bringing a boy home, instead of a girl" (i guess i thought you got to pick the sex of the baby.. lol).. i wanted a sister so bad, i hated my little brother, never tried to do anything to harm him. but the first year or so, i would have nothing to do with him.

Now i wish i could call him, hug him, hear his funny laugh.. hell i'd even put up with the smell of his farts.. if only he was still around..

 

[gleam]

My earliest memory.....I don't know when this happened but I was cuddled up in a fetal position, feeling like I was floating or something..it was all dark...and then all of a sudden I see A bright light and someone is slapping my ass....

I dunno. Maybe I'm just imagining it.

 

[morninggirl5]

I was barely three when my sister was born. Our Dad was away with the railroad crew he worked on and Mom left us in the truck while she opened the door and turned on a light. I decided to "drive" and pulled the truck out of park. The truck ended up in a ditch, luckily neither of us were hurt.

My next memory is several weeks later when my Dad returned and I ran and hid behind the couch because I knew Mom was going to tell him what I had done.


My Dad later sold the truck, but somehow he recently bought it again. It's still that "goddamn green" he didn't like, though.

 

[XXplorher]

It could be one of 3 (not sure which one was first)

1) Some clown at my birthday party (maybe age3). Slip n' slide. Bubbles. Etc. Good stuff!
2) Wanting to tag along with my brother (3yrs older) and his buddies when they went to ‘Smokey Trails’ (a mammoth park of dirt trails) and getting totally deNIED! ‘No way, dork. Get outta here’. Very bummed.
3) Raiding/stealing Oreo’s from my buddies kitchen when his mom was gone (he was with me).

So, I think the relevance is: I'm a rebellious clown because I got rejected by society and can't ever get enough Oreo cookies. Yeah, that's it. ; P

And get this – we had co-ed bathrooms at nursery school (I believe I was there at age 3). I remember walking in on some girl doing her thing and quickly laughing, and teasing her, along with my buddies, for not having a ‘thing down there’. We thought that was hilarious and highly unusual. She wasn’t too happy with us. And yes – I feel bad about it now……. Cuz she doesn’t have a ‘thing’ down there (I’m kidding. She was pretty upset. I regret it. But she’s got the good stuff now, so I’m sure she’s over it, eh).

Oh – or maybe it was the Blue Angels sighting….

And then there was the time I……..

Seriously smart thread topic! Very cool!

 

[Mz_Scarlett]

Being 2 years old in Providence, Rhode Island and my dad creating a sled out of a garbage can lid so I could slide down the hill by our apartment...

 

[YoungGun69]

getting ready to go to kindergarten.

 

[Basia]

I was three so it was 1986. My great-grandmother was in the hospital and I thought that the reason that she left and didn't come home was because I wasn't potty trained. I worked hard at it, and my first day out of the house without a diaper we went to visit her in the hospital.. I ran into the room and showed her that I was "a big girl now" but she looked at me like I wasn't there.

 

[Kasha]

I have a ton of memories from when I was really little, probably around 1-2 years old. I remember sipping on my bottle watching the cartoon on the Carol Burnette Show. The little cartoon with the lady mopping. I remember toys, places, some people. I remember a lot of smells. I remember crawling into my Grandpa's den and crawling up on his lap to watch some sort of news program. I love all these memories so much, these are the nice ones I have.

I of course, remember mom and dad fighting. I remember them fighting on the floor in front of the fire place and they wouldn't stop when I told them to. I yelled at them that I hated them and I ran for the door. I followed the gutter around the block to my grandparents. I banged on the door and let myself in. My grandma was sort of surprised..lol to say the least to see me without my parent. She asked me what I was doing, I said "OH, mom and dad was fightin, and I told em shut up , I hate you.. where's grandpa?" I then went to find pa pa and went and hid behind his big brown leather chair. He asked me what I was doing, I told him I was hiding... anyhow, that is my most vivid memory from being little... My grandma tells me I was 2 1/2.