What Is your earliest memory in terms of age?

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I can remember being 4-5 and being in Buffalo, the snow piled practically to my neck...Our family traveling so much b/c we were located both in TN and in NY. I can remember bits and pieces but nothing of substance really until I reached the age of 7. Then I can remember tons of stuff.

What is the earliest memory you can recall?
 
My grandparent's farm when I was almost 4. It was Christmas & my little brother was almost a year old. We got snowbound, this was in South Dakota, my grandfather took us out to cut our own tree. I was so bundled up, I looked like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. We made all our own ornaments, my grandmother could cut the most amazing paper snowflakes & paper dolls.
 
Age 2, in 1956, on a flight to California. I was in my mother's lap looking out the window. It was night and the prop engines from the plane generated beautiful red sparks.

Neb
 
I can remember being about 2 1/2 and going with my mother to visit an elderly neighbor lady across the sttreet and having 'coffee' and cookies. It's one of my earliest and fondest memories.
 
I was all of two or three, sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house. There was this flower garden there and a funny little black and yellow bird. I grabbed the bird and he hurt me. (Damn yellow jacket)
 
AGE 18 MONTHS OLD, on my great grand fathers Smithy(blacksmith fixing shoes on horses), in Mid Wales, a sweet shop which my aunty had, and then nothing until I was 3.
 
I was four going on five and climbed up on the counter to get a glass out of hte cabinet. I fell off the counter but never let go of the glass and have to go to the hospital because I had cut all over my hand and glass embedded in it.
It was the week before I was to start school and it was my left hand, the one I write with.
 
When I was 1, I lived in Canada with my mother for a year. I remember my cousin sitting me on top of the refridgerator because I was afraid of heights. He would just put me up there to watch the expression on my face.
 
Possibly a dream. I must have been 3 or 4. I dreamed of a scary alley. (I grew up in Manhattan's Washington Heights, and the whole world was a vasty canyon city to me.) I've often thought of painting the alley, because the picture is so clear in my mind. Sort of nightmare of close-cropped windows within a jungle of fire-escapes and clotheslines, all arranged akimbo, like an Escher print. There's a desperateness and "lost" feel to the image that I've never forgotten.
 
neat question

Since I have more history to go back over than most, I think I was about 4 1/2. I was sitting with my Great Grandparents (and Grandparents) in their house and listening to an almost hysterical news report about the Japanese bombing Pearl Harbor. I did not know what was going on, but they were so upset and excited that it made a profound impression.
 
I was about two, and I had been playing in our front yard. I fell over (totally uncoordinated) and lay on my back watching the clouds. It had been raining off and on, and they were big and grey and wet-looking.

I really don't know why I remember that. It's amazing what makes an impression.
 
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