I was an infant, 1949, being held horizontally by my grandmother near lace curtains. They were dusty and I sneezed. I haven't told this many times. The memory is as clear as can be, the tickle in the nose, the surprise evoked by the sneeze. The appearance of the curtains makes the memory date accurate (they were changed soon after). Also have memories of being breastfed, diapers changed, my infant siblings.
Two years old. It is Christmas Eve and we heard on the radio that Santa Claus was just seen flying over the Golden Gate Bridge with his reindeer. We were living in Marin just across the bridge and I never rushed so quickly to get to sleep before he arrived. I galloped upstairs riding my stick horse and wearin' my daniel boone coon skin cap. It was just 6:30 at night.
I remember in 1983 my mom was in labor with my brother so my dad took me to see Return of the Jedi. I was about 5 years old
Learning how to read in first grade from my teacher whose name was....Mrs. Read!!
getting beat up by the two boys next door and I am a girl same age
I remember crawling through an opening in a long hedged area. I was chasing a little boy because I liked him and wanted to kiss him. I was 4. I also remember seeing snow for the first time, about this same time period. This is as far back as I can remember.
Falling into a plate of deviled eggs. I was 2. I haven't told the memory often. In fact, the only time was when I was telling my mom and she told me I was 2 when it had happened.
Ruth Christine Daves
When I was four my brother molested me -
rather not say
When I was four I protected my body with my stuffed animals and books to keep my father from beating me durning the night. He was often very drunk and VERY abusive.
rather not say
Playing in the snow at my old house in Berwyn, Illinois
When I was 2 or 3 I crawled under the blankets of my bed, all the way to the foot and got lost. I still recall that feeling of being trapped and can't stand to have anyone hold me under the blankets.
Getting lost under the blankets on my bed.
looking out the upstairs window seeing a blue sky, my dog barking,and inside my bedroom my green plastic GI joe army figures
I was 3 years old, in a hospital in Penn. to get my tonsels taken out. I remember climbing out of the crib, going to the door and opening it up and looking down the hall way of the ward. A doctor found me at the door and got me some ice cream to eat. Havent told the memory many times and it is accurate.
A birthday card with a panda on it and the head was on a spring. I was three. I've told it a few times. I'm assured it is accurate
Learning to read by using Playdough to create letters of the alphabet.
At age 3 or 4, coming down the stairs in the morning after dressing myself for the first time.
When I was in Kindergarten, we had to line up outside after lunch. When we were about to go in, I had to pee really bad. I couldn't hold it, so i wet my pants. The boys next to me were laughing at me. I didn't tell the teacher because i was afraid the other children would laugh at me. When i sat, i didn't let my skirt touch the seat because it was all sticky and wet. A few people peeked under my skirt and said my underwear was really yellow. When i got home, I didn't want to tell my mom first because i was afraid she'd spank me so i told her i fell in a puddle of water. She asked me why my underwear was yellow and why i peed in my pants. I told her i had to go but the teacher wasn't there. She didn't believe me, slapped me a few times on my covered bottom and sent me to my room. I cried in there all afternoon. At night, when i was about to sleep, she came in my room, and spanked me with my pants down saying i shouldn't have lied to her. This is accurate. I asked my mom and she said she was really angry that time.
I was about 4. My babysitter was really annoyed with me. Later, i wet my pants and she spanked me on my bare-bottom. Later, she told my mom and my mom spanked me while yelling at me.
I got into the car with my father. We drove up the hill and pulled into the parkinglot. I waited for him to get me out of the car. I wanted to go back home. I did not want to be here. As we walked into the building, I could hear my black shoes echo down the hall. My dad stopped to talk to someone. She pionted further down the hall. We continued walking. As we turned the corner, I started to cry. I begged my father to take me home. He said that I had to stay. He spoke to another person. Then he kissed me goodby. I continued to cry. I was seated in the middle of the room. Everyone seemed to be looking at me. This is how my first day of kindegarden started. This is accurate according to my father. I was five years old. Even after this first experience of school, I am going to be an elementary school teacher.
Wetting the bed in nursery school during naptime when i was 2. Being spanked on my bare bottom afterwards. I cried all afternoon. Also spanked with my diapers pulled down in front of everyone
My grandfather died when I was about 11 I had prayed for about 2 weeks to say my last good bye. He was the only grandfather I knew. I was really sad that he had died of cancer. Then one nightI had woke up crying when I had seen him sitting on my pink bed. I asked him why he was here and he said to me "because you prayed for me." I had stayed up talking to him for about 5-10 more minutes and he said tell your grandmother that "I will be watching over you" and then he said take care of the family and and alyways stay Calm . Then he said "I LOVE YOU GOOD BYE FOR NOW. People say that I am stupid for beliving this but in my heart I know I seen my grandpa.
waking at night and seeing the shadow of a tree on the wall..I was sure it was a wolf...I remember jumping out of bed and running to jump into my Grandmothers bed so she could comfort me. I was around two and a half.
I was about a year and a half or 2. I was afraid of the lights above my bed. I thought they were alive.When they moved my bed to another room, the lights were moved with it.
I remember when I was about two years old I wanted to go outside and play in the snow. I was sick so my mom told me that I couldn't. So my brothers went outside and made a snowman in front of the window so I could see it. It made me feel better. I have told the memory a few times. My mother says it is accurate.
Eating pig's feet at my Grandma's house.
Bringing my toy train set onto the patio, and being yelled at by my father for doing so. I was about 2.
Having the Chickenpocks and being told by my family that on my class trip the kids won't make fun of me. THEY DID. 5th grade. I have told this stoy since it happened. Iam not angry about it. I just remember it well.
The smell of my mother's lipstick. She and my father were going out and leaving me with a sitter, I didn't want her to go, she kissed my cheek, and the smell of her lipstick was comforting. Now whenever I smell a familiar lipstick it brings back the memory vividly. I was about 3.
Standing on a chair peeking into the window of the hospital nursery at my new baby sister. 2-1/2 years old have told the story a few times have confirmed accuracy with family
It was my mother's birthday. I was four. Our dog Smokey runs into the street to catch a Frisbee and is struck and killed by a car. I can see the blood on my Dad's shirt.
Taking baths in a bucket in the forest on a camping trip with my family.
Our hous was on an acre lot. Behind the house was a strip of lawn and a little less than 1/2 acre of raw land, 2 walnut trees flanked the edges and an apricot tree stood agains a cinder block wall at the very back. Some of my older brothers were under the apricot tree and I wanted to go see what they were doing. I had no shoes on so when I wandered across a puncture weed that was greater in diameter than my height, I was immediately stopped by the pain in my soles. I fell down and the "stickers'' punctured my knees, forearns and hands. My screaming wails brought two of my brothers forth. One held me up by the armpits while the other carfully picked the stickers out. I remember staying frozen in the position in which I had fallen while they did this. I know I was not yet in school, so I was no older than four. I recall only wearing shorts, or maybe even a diaper. I cannot say for sure if I was that young, though. Probably 3 or 4
Visiting my father in a VA Hospital after WW II. I must have been three or four. My memory of the scene is accurate because I happened to be in the area two years ago and found the place we had a picnic. Have only told the memory to my mother and my wife.
i was about 10 months old when i saw over the garden fence a giant yellow monster. it was in fact bulldozer told many times
when i cut my head on the kithen wall 3 years old many times accurate
I was three. My older brother and I entered an abandoned house together. On a wooden barn collapsing wall was a painting of the ever-popular "Dogs playing Poker". I assumed that these were the residents of the house that we had entered. I ran as though my life had depended on it. I was found some miles away about an hour later. Those that found me verify the story and still quiz me to this day (i'm 46) on what was i thinking? An earlier memory...is of a black dog hovering over me in a crib. I heard a voice- a cynical voice telling me that life is hard. My mother has told me of a growling dog over my crib when they left me unattended outside once. A connection beween these two?
wesley john luke jenkins
Iwas 18 months old and wearing a diaper, it was hot and the window was open with a sheer curtin blowing out with a hot wind. I've told this many times to my mother who is now 80 years old and she told me at the time my family was living in a small house in the Mojave desert and yes I would watch the curtins blow about because the windows were always open to try and keep cool.
I remember hiding in my parents shower because I didn't want to go to nursery school.
Standing at the front gate, staring through the gate mesh, and watching my elder brothers and sister walk off to school. I must have been 2.
walking to school with my mother and her cutting her hand on a glass piece embedded in a wall while plucking flowers to give my teacher
I was on a high table with a blanket on it and I wanted down. I kept trying to get down and nobody would let me...they just kept putting me back and putting me back.
I felt the white slates, pulled myself up to view a white room, with ladies in white dresses, and my mother wearing a blue hat as she walked away from me. I was under 2 and in a crib in the hospital and I was crying for that bit of color that was leaving me there.
Leslie Kay Higdon
Sitting outside in the shade, sharing crunchy dog food with the dog. I was about 1 1/2, pretty clear memory of the crunchiness....
try to learn to walk and tripped over my family dogs, black poodle and German Shepard. I wasnt even a year old yet. Thats my earliest memory.
I must have been just under 1 year, because I stood in my crib and cried because my mom and dad were leaving my room, and I was very sad that they would leave me alone. I remember clearly seeing them walk out the door and turn up the hall, my dad following my mom.
I think I was around 1yr, I remember lying in my crib looking up at Winnie the Pooh characters on a mobil. I remember focusing on Eeyor and feeling sad for him. My mother still has the mobil!!
Playing in the sandbox in my backyard in Georgia. (I have not lived in Georgia for 33 years.) I was two, maybe three. I've discussed with my parents but have not told this many times. I believe it is accurate. I don't know if this came first: I remember the night my sister was born. I was eating cornflakes and milk in a bowl in the middle of the night, at the kitchen dinette, with my dad and rode with my dad in his 1950 something Chevy called "Black Beauty" to the hospital to wait for my mom to give birth. While riding in the back seat, I was curled up with a blanket. The chairs in the hospital waiting room were made of hard plastic and were bucket like. They were orange. The lighting was harsh. I was three. I have discussed this a number of times with my parents. They say it is accurate.
Being stung by a bumble-bee while picking dandalions for my mother. I was 2 or 3 years old and I know its accurate because my mother remembers it vividly as she had told me she "really liked dandalions" Better than the roses I had just picked from the lady next-doorĄs flower-bed! (This part I donĄt remember but the bee sting I will never forget) After all it WAS my mothers fault!
Standing on a chair with my brother, watching a train go by. I was three, I suspect. I've told it a few times, and I'm quite sure it's accurate.
On my way to kindergarten, I dropped and broke the egg we were going to use to make Easter displays. I cried and cried.
When I was three years old, we lived across the street from my grandmother. I remember her comming across the street and throwing snow balls at our window. I am very sure that this memory is accurate because, my mother tells me that one day I walked across the street and tried to throw snow balls at grandma's window. I got in trouble for walking across the street.
I was startled awake in the midst of a drizzly night. Not by a sound, or a nightmare, but by a shivery feeling--something was in my room. Though scared, I couldn't resist the cacoethes to peek. Outside my window I could see the big tree, with it's ramuli all dripping wet. Silhouetted in front of the pane, hovered the diaphonous image of the Tooth Fairy.
a House without plumbing and my little pot under the bed.
I remember my mother saying, "Pick you?" and I (in my crib) would arch my back so she could slide her hands underneath me to pick me up. It was the greatest feeling.
Having a bottle in my crib,problably about one year old. Having my bare bottom spanked with my diaper pulled down, and crying afterward, about 1 1/2 years old.
When I was 2 or 3 singing You are My Sunshine in front of a group of my parents friends at a house party. I haven't told that very often and I'm pretty sure it's accurate
around 2 or 3 getting into my parent's pontiac firebird on a sunny summer day, wearing my favorite yellow dress
I remember the soft green grass and the dandilions growing around. I remember plucking the grass with my chubby two-year-old hands. I remember rolling it between my fingers as I glanced up at my father sitting in a lawn chair with his broken leg propped up on a milk crate. I remember the warm yellow sun on my back. I remember the fishing pole in my father's hands and I remember flashes of silver from the river in front of us. It was the best day of my entire life.
6 months old. Summer of 1952. I have told 20 + times and confirmed it with the people who were there. It is acurate. The detail is astounding! I am sitting on my godmother's lap. She is drinking a liquor over ice. I am wearing a blue jumper that has an appliqued train with button wheels on it. I know it is a train even though I can't say it. This makes me proud. We are watching my father wall in my brother's bedroom, which is in a loft of the barn. It is exciting watching the pine paneling boards go up, one after the other, from my left to my right while the beams of the livingroom ceiling disappear. I get too excited and my godmother puts me off her lap.
The mobile in my crib
I was 3 years old It was when I had a bike accident a two of my fingures were cut off
I was burned when walking across a heater vent in the floor. I had grate marks on my foot. I must have been about 3 or 4.
I was maybe 1 year old. My 5 year old sister poured a bag of flour over my head so we could play ghost. I was the ghost. I haven't told the memory many times, and I'm fairly sure it's accurate because my sister also remembers the incident.
The emptiness I felt when my mother left me at a baby sitter's house. I was somewhere around three years old and I'm sure I'm never forget it!
My dad was fastening the buckle on my shoes. They were brown and had a flower on them. My mom was sitting on the sofa and my dad and I were on the carpeted floor. Sunlight was streaming in from behind my mom. My mom and my dad were angry and fighting. My dad took the shoe he was about to put on my foot and threw it against the wall. I was about 3. I do tell it when asked what my first memory is (maybe 10 or so times in my life), but I hate telling it because then people seem to think I had a horrible childhood or that it is representative of the way I think about my parents. They are still married now (22 years later!) and I love and respect them both, although I must have inherited my dad's temper (sometimes I throw soft things against the wall when I'm angry). I know the memory of the room is accurate and I've asked my parents about it and they seem to agree with my desciption of something that could have possibly happened. I know, ambiguous.
- Wednesday, June 17, 1998 at 13:06:09 (PDT)
When I was 3 years old, my family built a new home. I remember this house being built and living there but nothing about the actual move.
I was three and my mom and I would climb out the kitchen window then climb up on the roof to sunbathe. I have asked my mom about this and she remembers doing this too. I also remember living in that same house at that time and feeling all alone in my bed in that dark room far from the bathroom!
I was a bandit, running for my life inside a cave filled with snow. The ground was icy, but cool, and the streets outside were frozen solid by train tracks. Never had I seen such dissolution in all my forty years in Capetown.
4 years old. My father was driving our yellow datsun. I was sitting on my mothers lap. She held me in my favorite blanket made by the women at the church. I had a severe burn all over my back and we were on the way to the hospital. I have told this more than 100 times Yes, confirmed by my parents.
When I was 4 years old, I remember sitting on the steps outside wondering "What's it all about?"
when my mother brought my little brother home from the hospital and the puppy jumped up to see and scratched his arm...i was 3.
I do not know how old I was--younger than 2 I believe, according to Mom. I remember running down a small sandy beach in front of a body of water, the running was exhilirating, and my grandfather had a small unmotored boat that was intriguing.
Going to the hospital to see my new baby brother for the first time. I was 3 years old. My older brother told me his name was Tony. And I remember pulling the blanket back to see his face.
falling down the stairs in the dark
My grandfather gave me pennies as he sat in a rocking chair. I felt like he gave me a million bucks. He died when I was 4 yrs. old. I have shared the memory with people very close to me. Yes, it is accurate.
I was 2 or 3 banging the keys on our piano. I am now a jazz pianist.
I was very small, two or three at the most. My brother was taking a bath, and I had just gotten into my pajamas. We were playing in the bathroom and I fell into the tub, clothed. My brother caught me. My mother doesn't remember this, but my brother does.
I have talked about it with my mum and dad and they say I must have been 1 months old at the time. I remeber going down a bright, eucylptus lined road.
I must have been 2 or 3 yrs. old. I remember standing in my crib looking down at the pattern on the linoleum floor. White kittens on a blue background with pink bows. My mom confirms this.
I remember walking in and the door, about twice the size of me, opening up wide and discovered for the first time the beauty of a sleeping newborn foal.
Running round the back of my grandparents house, through an arch of holly, wanting to go down to the river, but not being allowed, because I was too young!
I swallowed a penny, and then I threw it up on my mommies' bed. I had a wreck, daddy had a chain saw in the car, but I didn't get cut. My chicken died. My daddy threw me up in the air, and he always caught me. My daddy dressed up nice for my mommies' reunion. My papaw lets me use his pocketknife My papaw is really good to me. Hes' fun. Me and ML have a good time. She has one tickle sopt, and I wrestle her pillow. papaw used to have a donkey
The smell of my mother's hair while being rocked in a rocking chair. Age? Being 40, I haven't been rocked for a long time. Her hair smelled the same last year. Never told anyone.
Rick Moore, Idaho
My mom and I visiting my Grandpa Ben (who lived out of state). I was about 2(+) and he scared the daylights out of me by approaching me with his arms out-stretched saying "I'm a-gonna get you, I'm a-gonna get you...". I remember running across the carpet floor of his living room screaming in terror. The worst part is that my mom just looked on and laughed, unconcerned. She wouldn't "save" me.
WONDERING AWAY FROM MY HOUSE TO THE END OF THE BLOCK, WHERE THE MAILMAN, CHARLIE, FOUND ME AND TOOK ME HOME
Playing in my crib with my favorite aunt watching me and smiling.
Walking in Sequoia National Park with my older brothers. I was 3. I also recall the bears outside the cabin and my mom not letting us see.
My Grandma nearly dying - when I was 3 years old.
2 Years of age. I remember taking all of the ornaments of the Christmas tree (those I could reach) and hiding them from my parents because I was mad they left me with a sitter. Those were the days...
I was 2. I ate YUCKY brown fried rice (I still hate it) and I threw up all over the floor. It is accurate, and I've told it many times.
I was 2. Had a dream about aliens. Told the memory 19 times. Screamed real loud. It's true and accurate.
My earliest memories are my little black shoes walking in the steet.I believe I was 2.I remember this images looking at the words appearing in the other page.
Sometime around age 2...Unwillingly placed in a playpen, I bit the railing in frustration. I recall the taste of the varnish and the flakiness of it as my teeth scratched through it. I've told this a few times and believe it's accurate, because the taste and mouth "touch" sensations are not something I could have acquired from adults who witnessed it.
My dog Lucy licking my face. I was two years old.
Dropping Alka Seltzer tablets into a glass for my grandma. I was standing on a stool. I was 3 years old. Waking up from having my tonsils out and the first thing I saw was my mother crying. I was 2 years old.
I remember sitting on the floor in my parents' bedroom thinking about being a baby yet so aware of the world around me. I have often wondered how old I was at this time. I believe I was about 3 yrs old
I was five years old. I walked for about 8 miles on the beach, trying to reach the lighthouse on the horizon.
I remamber mayra our nanny
going home and talking a nap with mama
Carrying the diaper pail with my sister carol
My first toy was a red clown ...i was 3..
Sitting in my crib, holding a small tin car (one of the ones with a friction motor). I remember the sharp taste of the painted metal and the rubber tires. I must have been less than four years old.
Camping on the beach at Padre Island near Corpus Christi, Texas where we lived. It started to rain. I can remember both the sound of the waves and rain. I thought it was the best! I was four years old.
Going to a daycare and watching TV, wanting my Daddy, I was three or four
My mom carrying me home while I was screaming
One of my first clear memories is falling down brick steps and damaging my teeth. I'm not sure it's my earliest memory. I have told the story to my wife many times when we discussed our very early childhood memories. She can remember back further than I can. Her first memory is standing in her crib, staring at a lima bean on the floor. She swears the bean got up and walked away. A green roach?
I remember sitting at the kitchen table with the sunlight streaming in through the window, and eating the "silver-dollar" sized pancakes my mother made for me. If they were tiny enough I could eat a whole dozen. Once I had a neighbor child over to join me, and she was fascinated at how small and delicate they were. She ate more than me. I couldn't have been more than four because we moved from that apartment house while I was four. My mother was the most wonderful cook... I miss her.
Mary Alice Legendre Cain
My earliest memory is of my mother showing me baby jellyfish no bigger than a dime in the canal near our house in Hawaii. When she lifted them out of the water with her fingernail they'd turn into formless blobs; back in the water, they'd become pulsating, beautifully mysterious creatures. I was about 3 years old -- not yet in preschool
Going to school in a horse and buggy, down a sandy raod. This was near potterville, Mi. to a one room school. I told my grandaughters, but I don't think they quite beleived me. This was about 1924.
My earliest memory is when I was three. I was sitting in the back of our station wagon playing with our new puppy. My brother and sister got in the car and the puppy was scared of them. I've told this memory many times. I'm sure it's accurate. My brother and sister and my father also remember this event.
I was three years old. I have told the memory several times. I believe it is accurate because the image I have is one fron only a few feet off the floor. I am looking at my family watch JFK's funeral on television.
My earliest memory is when I was about 2 and a half. I remember sitting on my potty seat eating M&M's as my reward for using it the first time.
My Earliest memory was when I was about 1 and a half or 2 and we went to Sioux Falls, IA. In the night at the motel, my brother took my mom's cosmetic bag and took everything out of it and threw it around the room. There was everything from lipstick to eyeshadow to blush on the walls and furniture. I have told this memory many times. Yes it's accurate.
I vividly remember the night before my 5th birthday, when my mom was tucking me in and I admitted, "Mom, I don't want to be 5." I guess being 4 was that good. My mom reminds me of this every year on my birthday.
Brian (made it to 25)
The earliest memory I have is of my parents leaving two of my brothers and me with relatives while they took the oldest two kids across the country to Disneyland. They said we were too young to appreciate the trip. I was 5.
I was 3 or 4 years old. It was just me and my dad at the time. We were up north where it was really cold and snowy. Our car had broken down on the side of the road and we were walking down the highway. The next thing I remember is a policeman stopping to help us, then me getting in the back of the cop car to warm up. Later, when the cop was gone, I remember my dad yelling at me for getting in the cop car. I guess he thought the cop was going to steal me or something. Also, somewhere in this time I was running down the side of the highway and I slipped and fell on the asphalt and busted my lip. I've only mentioned it a couple times when I was younger. My dad says it's true.
I remeber standing in my crib screaming because my parents put a bad tasting medicine on my arm. It was my favorite place to suck. I can still remember the taste of the medicine.
I was 2. I was running with my mom and I triped on a tree root and fell on my head. My mon had to get a cold drink from the machine to keep the swelling down.
eating peppers in the yard, and salivating l ike mad. 4 years old.singing on the stage I waw two . This is very accurate and true
2 years old. Now 45! Yes Yes, it is accurate. Recollection is being ill with pneumonia and being taken to hospital in an ambulance. Upon being there, seeing a cooling fan in the corner of a room with my parents and the nurse looking down at me by my bedside.
i dont recollect many thingsss in childhood but the first memory i have is of 6yrs old found out my dad was santa
Sitting in a blue chair, staring at a blank wall in our apartment in Germany.
Sitting inside a jet airplane at the local park where we played. I was 3 1/2. The grounded jet lay half-buried in the sand.
I remember my little brother's birth. I remember him coming home from the hospital. I vaguely remember the living room (we moved from that house maybe a year or two later). I also remember my Dad cooked terrible scambled eggs when my mom was in the hospital.
When I was two years old I ate rat poisoning. Then I was taken to the doctors (the emergency room) and they(the doctors) tried to save my life. Ofcourse they sucedded, because if I was dead, I wouldn't of writed about my earliest memory. This memory has been told a number of times and will continue to do so. I'm Sure this is accurate. - Thursday, May 28, 1998 at 16:33:10 (PDT)
my granpa giving me a TUMS. I was three
My sister running away from home, and I was scared for her.
Our family drove to Colorado and I listened to a Rainbow Brite tape the whole way.
Bedtime stories that my parents created. That was the best time of the day!
Crawling on the floor and dying to know what the thing in front of me was. It was just high enough that I could pull up on it and look inside. Pow! The smell inside knocked me off my feet. It was the diaper pail, and the smell of the bleach in it is still burning in my mind. I sat on the floor and cried until someone came and picked me up.
I remember sitting in my high chair crying because I didn't want the chicken I had been given for dinner. I thought it was pretty gross. I think was 2.
Going to Disneyworld
Watching a curtain over a door, blowing in the breeze.
climbing out of my cot
My little brother fell on our mantel and it's corner went through his lip.
between two and three. The car was stuck in the snow.My father was trying to carry me. He was having a hard time standing up but I knew he would not drop me. Told it once to my dad. They didn't think I could remember that. They thought I was too young but they confirmed that this was accurrate
I have a clear memory of climbing out of my crib and walking down the hallway toward my parents. I was afraid I was going to be spanked for climbing out of the crib so I held out my hands to keep my parents from spanking me. I also remember crying while I watched the crib being disassembled and returned to the family from whom we borrowed it. I have told these memories many times. Both of these events occurred before I was two years old.
Looking at my red record turning on my record player.
having my picture taken with a little balck poodle...my mom pulled my shorts up real high before the picture was taken
I've always divided my own memories into "real" memories and "photograph"-based memories. My earliest real memory is of reaching up to the wrought-iron railing going up the stairs to the second floor--of our new house, to which we moved when I was two-and-a-half years old. There's no photograph of that image!
My earliest memory was being on the paddleboat in Disneyland, and listening to the song "I Wear My Sunglasses at Night". I thought it was so cool because I actually had my sunglasses on. At the time I was about 4 or 5. I've told the memory many times, and yes, I'm sure it's accurate.
Hitting a baseball through a neighbors window and then immediately wetting my pants. I remember not being able to figure out which was worse. Age: 6 I have a hard time distinguishing between a real memory, things I heard told again and again and photographs.
Wetting my pants outside, then telling my mother I had sat in water--I was 4
driving up a steep road to Yosemite when I was two years old. it was very scarry!!!!.
Riding the window sill like a horse, looking down 3 stories to the pavement below. Being jerked back into the room by my cousin. age 3
When I was three, I was sitting underneath a tree. I realized that the tree was bigger than me, the house was bigger than the tree, and the sky was bigger than the house. Then looking down, I realized that the grass was smaller than me, and a bug was smaller than the grass.Then i thought, what's bigger than the sky? What's smaller than the bug? I never told anyone this story until I was an adult, because my working class neibors and family would have thought I was insane. Yes, I became a scientist.
Paula G. Seager
Watching my sister come home from her first day of kinergarten. She was 5, I was 2.
I had eleven brothers and sisters. In 1956 eight of us had the measels at the same time. We were all confined to one bedroom and had to stay there for days with the curtains drawn shut. We had no television. Most of us had to sleep on the floor. Including me. I was three.
I remember my mom braiding my hair. I was sitting on the toilet seat and I wanted to go outside and play with my dad and brother in the garden. I was three. Maybe four. I haven't told that memory to anyone .... it seems so trite.
In the front yard and my dad yelling "who the ___ left a nail in the grass!!???"
My first memory is of standing in a crowd at the 1962 World's Fair in Seattle. I was four years old and all the building were huge and bizarre both in shape and color (the theme was space-age). My mother was explaining that the centrifugal-force ride in which the floor drops out, was too dangerous for me. (Everything seemed dangerous at that moment.) I've only told the memory a few times. My mother said it was accurate.
Lying on the floor of an ocean liner, with a rock hard pillow, crossing the sea.