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My strongest and earliest memory. I would never have children. I knew that was not my path in life. My aborted fetuses will thank me some day. I was one messed up human being. I'm grateful that I did not inflict my pain onto a child.
 

the sunshine coming into where apparrently i lay in an enamel white railed crib ...must have been on my tummy because i remember the sun's rays on the linoleum floor and the pattern ,

patty jr.. if that is you're first memory did you ever think it might have been transferred to you by your mom and you've been living her life (jr) size et al?
 

almost drawning in a huge hole filled with water.
i must have been 3, it was covered with straw, and i couldn't see that there was water beneath, i was running to greet some friends who were coming to visit. the thing i remember most is being embarassed about it and shivering with fever for the next few days.
 

I remember looking up, (from what must have been my baby carriage), at lofty cedar branches swaying in the wind. My mother's voice was singing "down will come baby, cradle and all..." I felt the precursor of concern...a seed of concern, the beginning of a forest of anxiety. Stanley Park 1953. About one year old.
 

Chris said...

At kindergarden (around 4/3 y/o) yeah..not such a good memory
 

tengo varias pero la que mas me gusta es estar yo con mi carrito formula y mis pies en los pedales listo para despegar solo que mi madre no me tiro falda abajo por miedo a que yo me callera ubiese sido mejor si ella me ubiera preguntado si keria bajar esa falda y ponerme un casco!!! :P
 

Gatorade used to come in glass containers. My earliest memory is of trying to pour myself some, and accidently dropping the container against the floor. I don't remember anything about the house I dropped it in except that we used to live there.
 

Getting a giant bear. It dwarfed me, towering nearly three feet tall, and the smell of it's polyurethane innards prickled my infant nose. It had coarse hair, and my dog was breathing on the back of my head as I sat and cried at the sight of it.
 

the bars of my crib.....painted light blue. and the iron fireplace. also painted light blue. i was standing up and wanted out. much like today......*/*
 

My mom rocking me in the rocking chair, I was about one or two at least.
 

At almost 13 months of age, I distinctly remember standing between my Mom, who was driving, and my grandmother who was in the passenger seat, when a shockwave of sadness, and fear washed over us. I remember my Mom gasping in horror....

It was the news of the Kennedy Assassination.
 

Being in my crib in the room I shared with my big sister. My other earliest memory is sliding down the hill in our backyard on a piece of cardboard. I don't know which one of those memories is earlier but I was probably about 3 years old.
 

My earliest memory was when I was 4 years old and my mom was pregnant with my brother.
I remember hoping it would be a boy because I thought he would grow up faster than me and I would have a "big" brother!!
Well, mom DID have a boy but he didn't grow faster than me.
 

I remember my grandmother sitting in a chair, comforting me as I stood next to her, with my head pressed against her knee, crying as if my heart would break. My mother and sister were leaving on a train and I couldn't go with them.

Forty-some-odd years later, I told my grandmother about this memory an she told me they were going to Dallas to see my dad and I was about 18 months old.
 

Sucking on my mothers breast and wondering why she didn't know that I wasn't getting anything out of it.
 

I was exactly 1 year and 24 days old when standing in between my Mother, who was driving, and my Grandmother, I remember a shockwave of fear and anguish wash over me, Mom gasped, "Oh My God!" All of this was only a split second in time for me - The news that John F. Kennedy was shot.
 

I do not know which came first... Being trapped under my Grandmothers porch, looking into the hole that was her furnace, Playing in the pool that the rain created in a depression in her lawn... I was upset when she had it filled...
 

This is a tricky thing. Stories, situations, & events heard during young childhood can be visualized by the child & feel to be real memories later.
I have many "memories" very early on, but I also do not know for certain that they are actual memories or contrived by imagination from things heard.
As well as I can tell, "memories" before age four are debatable. This applies to me only, not to you.
 

looking up at the ceiling and see the bars of my crib at night time and some lighting left in a hall from a door outside
 

On the colossal step of my oldest house durring the middle of the night listening to my parents argue about something and thinking "how?". Earliest I think I have.
 

Sliding down some stairs on my butt. Not a very profound first memory or anything, but, still.
 

climbing out of my crib at the age of 1 1/2 and falling to the floor.
 

memory of kindergarden
 

I have a pre-birth memory of being in a gray-white area. I was pure thought. I was alone but felt compartmentalized and so I was not sure if anyone else/anything else existed outside of my compartment. I was waiting for birth. I was not willing to be born but I knew I was going to be forced into being born. While waiting I knew who I would be when I was born, and where I would live. While I was "waiting" it wasn't as if time was passing. There was no time.
 

I was about 2 and my Grandma was yelling at me for putting a mercurochrome bottle in my mouth.
 

I was born in early July 1949. It was on a cool morning about the end of October 1949 and I was barely able to sit up. I was sitting on the large lounge and my father came into the room and said "She's too old for that" and pulled my dummy out of my mouth and threw it in the fire and was blazing in the grate to my right. I began to scream.
 

(it's perfectly dated too!)
i'm running around in the backyard in continuous circles until i'm dizzy, then i ask my grandmother (who's been watching me all this time) "how old am i?"
"you're 3" she says laughing
i nod and go back to running around
 

I have several memories that have to have been at about age 2.
1.The first was my uncle in uniform posing for pictures at our house just before going to Vietnam. I know I was 2 at the time because of the dates that he was in the war.
2. I remember a dream about a tiger in our house and I could save myself by climbing onto the couch.
3.I remember my mother changing my diaper and asking me to please start going to the bathroom so I could start wearing "big boy underwear".
4.I remember eating in a highchair.
 

man landing on moon.
 

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