Think Back....

I was four or five and I would sit in my grandfather's lap and watch Braves baseball with him.
 
Playing catch with my Dad in a park in Philly while we waited for my uncle to arrive. He was on leave from the Air Force. I'm told I was three or four.
 
Strangely enough, I remember one thing from when I was a couple weeks old. I was lying in my crib, watching my parents wallpapering my room.
 
Hey tony i just realized you are in Philly!! If I ever decide to drive and hour for a cheesesteak again ill let ya know!! The damn resturants here put sauce on em!! What do they know right?!! I want steak, cheese, and onions damnit nothing else!!
 
Falling down stairs when I was two, then getting spanked. Yeah, they were GREAT parents.
 
I remember pulling our first Christmas tree over on top of me.
 
I was 2 almost 3, it was summertime, my brother was 1 1/2. I remember watching my Dad take down my brother's diaper and spank him until his hand bled.
 
getting this bitchin wooden train for my birthday when i was one or two...
 
Triatic said:
Strangely enough, I remember one thing from when I was a couple weeks old. I was lying in my crib, watching my parents wallpapering my room.

A couple weeks old? Um, that's impossible.
 
The doctor telling my my mother that I would not live until morning. I was 4.
 
I think I was about 2....being awake in my crib looking for my favorite stuffed toy.
 
It was Christmas morning, I think I was about 1 1/2 yrs. old, my brother was 3 1/2. He had just gotten a C.H.I.P.s motorized bike. (anyone remember those?) Anyway, I was riding on the back of it with him driving it down the hallway towards the window to see if there was any snow outside. I was laughing the whole time. It's one of very few happy memories for me as a child, so I tend to hold on to the good ones.
 
The first thing I remember is sitting on the floor in my bedroom when I was two years old, playing with my toys and having the sudden realization: this is the ugliest carpet I've ever seen. It was bright yellow and green. What were my parents thinking!? I promptly strewed toys and clothes all over the floor to cover it up.
 
R Nitelight said:
What is the very first thing you can remember?



Riding in the back of a National Guard truck after being rescued from the flood waters of a hurricane in 1956,,, I was 3. The water wasn't supposed to reach our house ( so I am told ),,, but it did,,, snakes galore and mud every where when we returned 4 days later. So we left again,,, and actually never returned to that house,,, guess that is where my fear of snakes comes from.
 
Bees!

The first memory I have is sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house and playing in my mom's flower bed. There was this cute little black and yellow birdy and he was just sitting there on a flower so I grabbed him and held on tight. OUCH!!!!! I was all of 2 or 3.
 
I was 27 months old and we were on our way driving to visit my dad's army friends in Kansas. We stopped at a hotel and I chased a toad trying to catch it. At night, I remember being in the crib and seeing the glow of my dad's cigarette in the dark.
 
Disneyland

I think I was not quite three at the time, but I remember being on the Dumbo ride with my father. My grandmother had hysterics convinced we were about to die. (She tended to worry a bit.)

Hey, CW, don't worry, I'll save you from the snakes.
 
That was funny Xander!
My first memory... I can't remember what age I was but I had to be less than five... I remember setting on the counter at a McDonalds and telling the cashier ALL about my day. Hehehe! She was very grascious about it... Smiled and nodded all the way through it...
 
I remember looking out a small window,and seeing nothing but water.

Now mind you,I didn't really know what water was at that time.But now that I know,I figured out that I was 22 months old.Because thats when I came over to the U.S. from Germany.So I figured out it must have been the Atlantic Ocean,and I was looking out a plane window.

Damn, all this figuring has done tuckered me right out.
 
Age 3, rode my tricycle down the cellar stairs, stopped when I hit my mom's brand new washing machine.
 
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