Okay so I had the idea for this page and thought that it would be interesting to read
other people's first memories but many of these must be so private that no one passing
through here has yet posted theirs.
Just put down one image then, the very first one you remember.
Webmisstess Victoria
My first memory is from a few days before I turned 2.
We grew up in North Hollywood, but that fall my father had to visit an electronics
client in Dallas. My mother and I were supposed to stay in the hotel while he was at the
store, but my mom wanted to see what all the excitement in town was about. We stood in a
crowd, and I got pushed and shoved and almost stepped on. Suddenly, the whole crowd surged
like the ocean, and then I heard a popping sound. I remember screaming, my mom grabbed me
and started to run . . . somebody yelled "Oh my god, the president's been shot!"
Sirens and more screaming, and then I don't remember anything else until I was 7 and a
first grader in Mrs. Pash's class. It was a combo 1/2 grade room, and we watched a lot of
educational tv (back then PBS was called NET).
One of my first memories was being nursed by my mother. We were at someone's house. I
have no idea whose. There was a dry bar, although, at the time, I do not think I knew the
word for that. There were mirrors behind it and that is what got my attention about it,
plus the way the bottles reflected the light. My mother was nursing me in a chair. I have
no idea how old I was. I just have always remembered this incident. As I was nursing, my
mind started sliding to the thought of cherries and I remember thinking, I must have been
half dreaming, that I was eating a cherry. I guess I chomped down because the next thing I
knew my mother yelped and removed her breast from me. She put me down and complained to
her lady friend whose house it belonged to and who had art in a long hallway, that this
was the second time that I had bitten her that hard and that she was going to have to stop
nursing me, that I was really old enough to stop nursing her. My bites were too painful
for her to continue. I remember feeling really sad that I had hurt her and that I did not
know how to make it better and that she was probably going to stop nursing me - which she
did.
2/17/98
11:35:23 PM
I have actually two very early memories, first ... I remember being a baby getting
dressed for bedtime, and being very upset that my mother was puttingone of those baby
gowns with the drawstring at the bottom on me, because I couldn't move freely in it.
Second I remember as a toddler, sitting on my grandmother's back porch in Kentucky on a
hot summer day <before air conditioning <s>... and eating cold watermelon holding
a rubber squeeky toy.
Sandy@Unforgettable.com
9/3/98
2:16:59 PM
answering "three" when one of the neighbourhood kids asked me
how old i was...
goofing around playing in a wading pool in our back
yard when i was four...sitting in the crack between two
folded-up ends of a cot on wheels which was being stored there
before being hauled into our house so grandma would have a
place to sleep...
wandering around the back and front yards catching grasshoppers
with the kids next door...calling them "idiotic greenhoppers"
even though i did not know the meaning of the word "idiotic" i
remember thinking it sounded neat...
playing with my favourite toy, which was a rectangular toy
grandfather clock that had a sort of a tiny tv screen in the
front of it that you'd wind up and watch as a long picture was
stretched across it, spooled from a roller on the right to one
on the left...it depicted the passage of a day from morning to
night...above the screen there was a clock with a face inside
a great big sun. i think fisher-price made it. it tinkled out
a tune and played the moving picture every time you wound it
up. i carried that thing everywhere...
eating a kind of junkfood called "Daisies" that was like corn
chips that came in the shape of curly-petaled flowers. they
stopped making them around 1970 and i remember crying about it,
as i could not quite grasp the concept of "discontinued"...
my dad taking me to father's day lunch at the nursery school i
attended. he took out his datebook from work and showed me
what a "calendar" was, then after lunch, and after letting me
play in the playground there for a while (where there was a big
piece of sewer pipe sitting in the sandbox that i loved to
crawl through) he went into a Thrifty drugstore and bought me
my own datebook. he showed me how to write "1970", explained
that was what year it was, and wrote down everything i did that
day so that i'd know how to keep a diary.
wandering in the flower garden belonging to a woman named Elsie
who my mother played bridge with. she always let me pick the
bearded irises to take home with me...
9/3/98
2:16:59 PM
answering "three" when one of the neighbourhood kids asked me
how old i was...
goofing around playing in a wading pool in our back
yard when i was four...sitting in the crack between two
folded-up ends of a cot on wheels which was being stored there
before being hauled into our house so grandma would have a
place to sleep...
wandering around the back and front yards catching grasshoppers
with the kids next door...calling them "idiotic greenhoppers"
even though i did not know the meaning of the word "idiotic" i
remember thinking it sounded neat...
playing with my favourite toy, which was a rectangular toy
grandfather clock that had a sort of a tiny tv screen in the
front of it that you'd wind up and watch as a long picture was
stretched across it, spooled from a roller on the right to one
on the left...it depicted the passage of a day from morning to
night...above the screen there was a clock with a face inside
a great big sun. i think fisher-price made it. it tinkled out
a tune and played the moving picture every time you wound it
up. i carried that thing everywhere...
eating a kind of junkfood called "Daisies" that was like corn
chips that came in the shape of curly-petaled flowers. they
stopped making them around 1970 and i remember crying about it,
as i could not quite grasp the concept of "discontinued"...
my dad taking me to father's day lunch at the nursery school i
attended. he took out his datebook from work and showed me
what a "calendar" was, then after lunch, and after letting me
play in the playground there for a while (where there was a big
piece of sewer pipe sitting in the sandbox that i loved to
crawl through) he went into a Thrifty drugstore and bought me
my own datebook. he showed me how to write "1970", explained
that was what year it was, and wrote down everything i did that
day so that i'd know how to keep a diary.
wandering in the flower garden belonging to a woman named Elsie
who my mother played bridge with. she always let me pick the
bearded irises to take home with me...
12/18/98 1:58:30 PM I remember the
apartment building at 1202 Bergenline Ave in Union City, New Jersey where four
of us lived in three rooms with a toilet but no bathtub. We took baths in a
washtub in the kitchen. It was post WW2, Junior Frolics played on Channel 13
(Yes, we had a huge console TV with a 10-12 inch screen) We had an ice-box and
the ice man in a horse driven wagon came regularly carrying big blocks of ice
with a huge "ice-pliers". I remember the songs: Singing in the Rain,
White Christmas, Wheel of Fortune. And the radio program which played "Pack
up your troubles in your old kit bag and Smile, smile, smile." I remember
riding in a pram with my brother, Bill, on Summit Ave. and hiding behind my
mother when she stopped to speak to a friend on the street. I remember Italian
rum-cakes, which I hated, for any birthday. I remember my dad buying a pint
block of Breyer's Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry icecream which he would
slice into four shares for me, my brother, my mother and him. I remember a real
brat named Patrick who gothis head cracked open by a solid iron motorcycle toy
(the head of the rider was broken off). I remember the Greek family who lived
next door and threw a beautiful angora cat from a three-story window. My mother
picked it up and nursed it back to life and she couldn't tolerate Greeks after
that. (She would have turned over in her grave to know that I married--and
subsequently divorced--one about 25 years later). I remember daily excursions in
the pram to First street park on the Union City-Jersey City line where we
weren't allowed to play in the sandbox because other children peed in it.
4/21/99 10:16:05 PM i remember
playing with my bellybutton alot. my first memories are all centered
around contemplations of that bellybutton of mine. -tim
4/21/2001
5:10:18 PM
My first memory is of being bathed by my mother in the kitchen sink. I must have been about a year old. I remember that it was a beautiful sunny day and the sun was streaming in through the window above the sink, and I was laughing and splashing the water, watching the droplets sparkling in the sun.
I remember laying in the back of our station wagon, looking up at the reflections in the rear window and thinking how strange it was that it looked like we were driving backwards.
My first memory of a dream was very scary. In the dream, I could hear a countdown 5... 4... 3..., and I was tied to the side of a rocket. This was back in 1962 or so. I remember waking up and running into my parents' bedroom. They let me sleep with them the rest of the night.
When I was about four, I remember spending an entire morning following directions on how to build a tinker-toy radio tower. The thing was about five feet tall and I had to climb up on a chair to finish it. My mother thought it was the greatest thing in the world, and she still talks about it to this day.
I remember going to the hospital and having eye surgery. I was very calm, and I remember they gave me jello and popsicles. After that, I got glasses and the world became a lot more focused.
I remember being very frightened on the first day of kindergarten. I cried and wanted to go home. I eventually calmed down and came to like school very much.
Kendall Auel
Portland, Oregon
10/21/2001
6:47:15 AM
I remember when I was 2 1/2 and i was in the hospital and I saw my baby brother for the first time. He was the prettiest baby I ever saw. I pulled myself up on the hospital bed and I patted his head and I said, " I'll take care of you baby."
My Mother help me remember this.
10/21/2001
8:22:13 AM
One time when i was like 3 or 4 my granddad bought me a doll and I was scared of it because it could talk and walk. Shadondra C.
10/22/2001
5:38:36 AM
my memories of when I was a kid are was when I was about 3 or 4 I got stuck in the dryer and nobody knew where I was. Another memory is when I was in first grade and I got chicken-pox and I stayed out for two weeks. And my last memory that I can remember is when I was in second grade and I got a tic on me and they had to take it off with some twisers.
1/31/2002
8:20:48 AM
I remember wacking off last night!
5/13/2002
8:31:01 AM
I remember my mother's womb as well. It was so peaceful and delightfully serene.
5/29/2002
6:09:32 PM
I don't have a lot of memories of early childhood, babyhood. I have one from when I was about 9, one of my favorite memories. I was at the ice rink with my friend Sherie who was one of those "perfect" little girls, perfect little skating costume, perfect hairdo, you get the picture.
So here we were hanging out at the local ice rink, me in my jeans and sweater, and Sherie in her Dorothy Hammill skating dress. And this kid comes up and asks ME to skate. Me, not Sherie. I want to say his name was Jason, but maybe I'm making that up. All I remember is he was wearing a red sweater. And we skated together for the rest of the afternoon, holding hands, except when he had to go beat up one of his friends who was snickering at us. And Sherie turned greener with envy.
Then my mom was outside in the car, Sherie told me it was time to go, so Jason let go of my hand and said something like, See ya. I took my skates off in the bleachers by myself. He was hanging out with his friends on the ice. Then I was walking to the doors on the rubber mat, with my feet feeling weird to be in shoes again. Then I heard him say "Hey girl," and I turned around and he kissed me on the cheek. Sweartogod. I know it sounds like a movie, but it happened, and I never saw the kid again. He was my best boyfriend ever, for two hours.
5/31/2002
4:14:21 PM
My first memory is being sat on by my great-grandmother when I was hiding under the blanket. I managed to escape from my crib, and everyone in my family probably thought I was kidnapped. After looking for me for a long time, she sat down on the bed, or started sitting down, when something started crying and she discovered me under the blanket...
Mimi
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My first memory is thinking that my family were going to kill me as punishment for playing with fire with my brother in the basement of my grandmother's house. I guess being next the water heater may have caused a nice fire throughout the house. How was I to know, I was two at the time.
When my grandmother threw open the closet and shouted all kinds of deadly things we both ran like hell. I hid behind a big red chair for hours; no one found me. During this time I contemplated my life. My thoughts were this: Life has been good, I've been pretty happy, I'm getting hungry, I guess I'll go upstairs and die now; perhpas they'll feed me first.
Willow
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My earliest memory is of the day when when my parents and grandparents scaled a large batch of fish and my dad put them in a freezer on a large tray to freeze quickly.
Another day, we went blueberry picking and my little brother recieved numerous wasp bites on his tiny midriff (I had one on my forehead and one on my thumb.) My older sister was wearing green and she didn't have any bites. They said my brother stepped on the nest.
Another time, I had a headache at our cottage (called camp in Northern Ontario). It took two days to go away.
Finally, I remember in Kindergarten there was a puzzle of a turkey, and when some-one else had started it and couldn't put it away, they would ask me to do it. I was always afraid I wouldn't be able to do it.
Oh, yeah, there were three of us Susan's in my class - Susan Reynolds, Susan Rose and me-
Susan Salo
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My earliest memory is of my mom giving me a stuffed animal from a fair when I was around two years old. I remember that I was so happy.
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2002/11/19 Tuesday
anothermindwasted@comcast.net
I was looking for something on the internet completely unrelated to this, but some ad I saw about past lives reminded me to look for people who remembered being a baby. So anyway I found this website. (by the way, i think your dates are way off because December of 2002 is not even here yet)
Anyway.. I remember being a baby. I remember thinking to myself "dont fall asleep!, stay awake!". I remember so hard trying to stay awake. I think I was afraid that I wouldn't ever wake up again. (My mother has told me that people dont think babies see when they are born, and she has told me how I was really alert when I was born) Anyway, I don't remember coming out of her, but I remember laying in my crib and playing with my belly button. I remember my mother telling me several times not to play with it, not to touch it. I remember when the black thing came out that there was still a speck of black there, and i picked and picked at it. I wanted it out (but it my skin had grown over it). I remember being so stressed out that I couldn't remove this black spec.
I also remember being "8 days old"(i just feel that, someone probably said that I was 8 days old). I was at my Aunt Renees house and my father was holding me wrapped up in a blanket. I remember my cousin George teasing me (now I would see it as just talking to a baby in mocking voices).
I have a lot of memories from being very young, but I really dont remember being 3-12 barely at all. I felt like I woke up at 13, like I dont know where I was. I remember thinking about it.. it was like things had happened while i was asleep and I just woke up.
Its weird how I get older and just remember things from when i was little. When I was 20 I just remembered my grandfather laying "sleeping" on some table thing up against the wall. I realized that he was dead in a coffin. (I was 3 when he died.) I remember wearing this really sparkley light pink dress and there was a downstairs where all the kids were. I remember being so bored. There were no toys for me to play with since the other kids were playing with them all. Upstairs there were a bunch of folding chairs. I remember my uncle talking to my parents and everyone was sad and crying. I didn't understand why they were crying. I was so bored. I felt like I was there for an eternity. I couldn't understand why we had to be there, it was so boring. Everyone was just standing around.
I had a dream a couple of years ago that i was little and i was at a zoo and a big gray elephant bit me with its teeth. It felt so familiar, it was so weird.. and I told my mother about the dream when I woke up. She told me about how I was 2 years old and how a big gray goat bit me at the zoo and how I thought it was an elephant because it was the same color. That was really weird when she told me about that.
Besides the baby stuff im sure I remember pieces of past lives too. And possibly even being in the womb. I often think of this feeling. Words come to my mind.. "quicksand" and "newspaper" (I see a huge sheet with text). I feel this slow motion ticking feeling. I feel my skin as if its all puffed up and double it's size. I remember my small hand and then looking at a big hand, feeling extra weight on it. I never put it together until recently..those feelings .. I think I might remember growing in the womb. I think the quicksand is blood flowing, and the newspaper is information..my brain... and the bloated feeling my cells growing.
My mother has told me about how I was constantly switched at birth. There was another baby born the same day with heart problems. And the nurses kept giving that baby to my mother and me to the other woman. I don't remember that at all. But it always makes me wonder about how different my life would have been if I would have been switched. So many different things in my life have extremely effected me and made me the person I am. Life is weird.
Anyway, this post is already getting too long. Other than me, my mother remembers the day she was born. She was born at home on Christmas Day. It was a Sunday and they were about to go to church. She remembers someone yelling to get the scissors and cut the chord. She remembers her brothers in the room and one of them being really scared and afraid to cut the chord.
-- jessa.
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some time before me i was in this meeting.and then theses men dressed as roman politicians went and stabbed the roman emperor.and i just sat there
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climbing a staircase cryingly, having upset a bucket of water all over the kitchen floor. Stairs and hall were carpeted in a deep blood red colour and strewn with cuttings of brown hair.
(my mother recalls it was the second bucket (deliberately) upset by me that day...we never had red carpets, though.)...David, Yorkshire (UK)
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circa 1950-51 Lying on my back alone on my parent's bed at night-- maybe one year old, and seeing the bars of light from automobile headlights filtering through the venetian blinds and tracing paths across the ceiling. This lingers as a vintage 50's backdrop theme for me to this day.
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First memory is somewhere in the later part of first year-maybe 8-10 months. I was lying on a window bed looking over at lines of light. The feeling I had was that of being alone or lonely-no other language. It was not until much later in adulthood that I came across a picture of myself as an infant lying on a window bed with light shining in through venetion blinds.
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Laughing my 2 year old ass off about Guy Smiley. I don't know what was so funny about a muppet game show host but I remember my daddy picking me up out of the crib to see what was wrong. He must have thought I was crying.
I still laugh my butt off thinking about it to this day.
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hi there.
reading about all these memories is really quite fascinating...
i'm trying to write a dissertation about memory, conciousness and identity...
i think that we can't remember anything before we actually have an awareness about our own person.before we have an ego...
as you might have noticed...when children start talking, they refer to themselves in the third person...which means her/him or for example say something like: " mia hungry ".
other then that first memories are influenced by tragic events ( Jfk being shot, finding a dead bird...)
my first memory is actually of sitting in the livingroom in a friends house, i must have been about 4, eating sweet bread and nutella...how bizarre...
well anyway to get to a point here...
i'm really interested what peoples first memories are and why they think that they especially remember this certain moment...
memories a broken machine...
would be good to hear from you
write to: gruenecaro@hotmail.com
cheers
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My earliest memory is the simple joy of being a baby, with no worries, who laughed easily at the time. Later memories include a charming neighbor with a beautiful garden filled with huge peony flowers. He would not let my grandmother yell at me for picking them. Instead, he patiently explained that if you pick the flowers, they die right away. But if you leave them on the bush, they will live.
Dorothy - born 2-26-1952, now 51 and a grandmother
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I remember when I first moved to Athens Georgia i went to summer camp and i was swimming. Me being stupid i jumped off the diving bored and landed right in the ten feet. i thought i was never going to make it out alive. when i came back up i was breathing hard and people was looking at me like i was crazy.
Shadondra Carruth-Athens, GA
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I'm sorry this is not my first memory, but it is an observation about this topic...
It seems to me that ALL of these first memories have to do with some sort of extreme emotion... either happiness, sorrow, fear, etc. Some sort of emotional awareness or trauma as a child. This memory lingers in your conciousness as a defining moment of your childhood psyche.
I believe that our first concious memory is directly linked to our own emotional awareness as an individual. This is a turning point that establishes our unique emotional identity.
Think on this as you read of other's first memories, or when you think of your own.
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I was three and a half, in preschool in West Los Angeles, the Montessouri run by Tom and Dodi Lauglin (of later Billy Jack fame). Several of my first memories begin there. One of which I am the most ashamed was that I stole a little black satin cigarette pouch from one of my teachers. She was a lovely and lively Irish woman with delicate features and nice hair. (She also had a rather charming accent). Her name was Miss O'Dorothy.
Even though when she found out that it was missing and asked the class outright who had taken it and expressed sincere desire to have it returned to her, I felt paralized to react. I was sorry that I had taken it from her and seeing her say what it meant to her made me feel even worse for having taken it. But I was afraid to admit that I had taken it because I knew that it would reveal me.
I really did like her even though she sometimes raised her voice sternly to us. I knew that she was good and meant well. And I seem to recall the the reason that I took it was because it was shiny and she seemed mysterious and somehow I wanted have a piece of her to understand her better.
I remember also that one day she showed us a printed colored diagram of the anatomy of a bird with lines drawn between the part and the description. She said that unlike us the birds could actually see on both sides of their heads at once. I raised my hand and told her that humans could too. And she asked me to demonstrate and I was embarrassed as I tried to show the class how I could make my eyes be like cross-eyed but going the other way. The effect was that the class observed my eyes rolling back and forth and going cross-eyed but not at all able to demonstrate my claim. I never realized before but maybe this is why I stole the bag from her. I don't remember which event happened first regardless.
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My earliest memory is from about the age of 2. I recall sitting at the bottom of a big empty peach-colored bathtub, with a small broken bottle at my feet, and a woman with long brown hair and glasses looking at me from the door with curiosity and some concern.
When I was in my 20's, I ran this memory past my mother, who remembered the incident. It turns out that the "bathtub" was in fact the bathroom sink, into which I'd climbed (during naptime no less) to get some yummy medicine out of the medicine chest! Luckily I dropped the bottle first, which she heard, hence her standing at the door.
Another memory from about that period was riding with an equally small friend in the very back of a VW beetle, in that little carpet-lined carrying space just behind the back seat (anyone remember those?) I remember it as vast and spacious, plenty of room for the two of us to sit and play (plus the comforting warmth and rumble of the motor behind it.)
During my teens I spent some time in a VW beetle again, and darned if that carrying space hadn't shrunk to just over the size of two full grocery bags! I was slightly freaked out trying to reconcile my once having sat in such a space, with the fact that I wouldn't even be able to swing my leg into it now.
Memories that reflect our formerly small size... some of the weirdest.
- deputycleric@yahoo.co.uk
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I totally remember those. I used to do the same thing. I loved it back there.
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My early memories are blurred dark shapes and conversations, later struggling with my nurse aginst being swaddled, Not being able to walk and only crawl fast towards intresting things lastly I remember oue front porch steps trying to climb them they came up to my waist and each time I tried I was picked up, I remember struggling and getting very angry about this, being hoisted into the air while being picked up is a memory which is very clear as well as crawling under tables and beds
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my first memory is being on holiday near lizard point in cornwall when i was about 2 i think.
i remember playing in the sand dunes, going to the light house, watching rabbits out of the chalet window, going to a model village and listening to michael jackson in the car! i am now 19 and studying in falmouth which is not far away. i will be going back their soon to soak in the nostalgia, i cant wait!
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I vaguely remember teething. The itching along my gums was horrible, incessant, maddening. I would try to chew on anything to stop it. My fingers, various objects, even the coarse fabric of the couch. If it my gums bled, that was fine. The pain was preferable to the itching.
I must have been rather oral, because a dream came to me a few years ago. In the dream I was beside a black railing nearly as tall as myself, and it was in a really long hall. I seem to remember there being white tile along the walls. Everything was very white except for the railing, which was very dusty, and there were many people walking about. I wanted to clean the railing, so I started licking off the dust and grime. I told the dream to my parents, and my father remembered a time we were at an airport in Amsterdam, and I was licking the railing along the walkway between terminals. He said that I ended up getting sick as a result. I was apparently two-years-old at the time.
From some years later I remember playing with my friends in the backyard, and I was probably the youngest at the time. One of them had been learning how to write in cursive, and I barely knew how to make normal letters, but I told him I could do handwriting, and so I ended up scribbling a continuous line with a bunch of circles. He laughed and said, "Well, he does the E's pretty well." I found that page of E's several years later, triggering the memory, but I'm sure I threw it out.
I remember two of my friends fighting over a stone. They were pretending it was a lantern or something. Anyway, one of them threw it up in the air, just because he didn't want the other one to have it, and it sailed right into my forehead. Still got the scar.
I remember the first time I stole something. It was a chipped marble hiding underneath a couch at the next door neighbor's house. I still don't know why I took it, except that doing so made me feel guilty. I don't think it was ever missed, though.
I remember playing with little wooden men, and having lego-boat wars with my older brother, who, as chance would have it, eventually became a naval architect. No wonder he always won those lego wars. He knew how to build a ship!
I remember one vacation where my father gave me a whistle in case I got lost. Later that day, my older sister showed me this light on the ground that would follow me around as I walked. She told me it was Tinkerbell the fairy, or something like that, and that she was following me because she had a crush on me. Ew... yuck! I ended up running away, probably laughing my ass off. To my sister's disappointment, my dad showed me how it was merely the reflection of the sun off the metal whistle.
I remember the day I met my closest friend. We weren't even in kindergarden yet. I was walking down the sidewalk to somebody's house, and he stopped me, somewhat forcibly as I recall, in order to show me his pet turtle because he was bored out of his mind and didn't have anyone to play with. We've both been best man at each others' weddings and still hang out once every couple of weeks.
When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, I remember the girl who sat behind me suddenly started screaming. I had a really big crush on her and turned around to see what was wrong. What was wrong was that all the blisters on my back had burst, and yellow pus had started to seep through the white t-shirt I was wearing. My parents had taken me and my brother and sister to the beach the day before, and I'd gotten really sunburnt. The teacher ended up excusing me to the nurse's office, and my Mom was called from work to pick me up (not that I couldn't have walked home on my own). I think my teacher was angry with her for allowing me to get so sunburnt. When the t-shirt came off, the part that had been touching my back was like wet glue. It was only then that I understood why that girl had screamed. It must have looked really gross.
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Friday December 10, 2004
- Time:
- 11:19:27 PM -0800
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I'm the previous guy's wife.
I think that my first memory was very bad. When I was four or five years old. We were living with our relatives in a big house. It was really four buildings connected together, and it looked like a square house and had a big front yard.
Back at that time in the countryside of Taiwan, there was no kindergarten school. So, kids just stayed at home with neighbors or old people.
One day, my parents went to work. I was at home with my cousins. We were playing some kind of chasing game. After that I was very hungry, and I wanted to eat something, but my parents were not at home. I didn’t know whom I could ask for food. Thus, I was suddenly crying. My aunt heard it and came to me to ask what happened. Still I couldn’t stop crying. Then she put a piece of chicken shit in my mouth (our relatives raised chickens).
I could never forget this. How could she do that to me? I was just a child. A child got hungry and cried by instinct. I never figured out why that happened to me.
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Wednesday February 23, 2005
- Time:
- 04:08:29 PM -0800
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- Remote User:
- Date:
- Wednesday February 23, 2005
- Time:
- 04:08:57 PM -0800
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i hate my life
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- Date:
- Monday March 07, 2005
- Time:
- 07:42:49 AM -0800
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I can remember the inside of the womb. It is like closing your eyes and looking at your eyelids in a semi-dark room. I also remember being just over 1, standing up whilst holding on to the bars of my crib and hearing the opera music coming through the house speakers. My parents would play me classical music nonstop when I was little and now that I'm older, I listen to it constantly.
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- Date:
- Monday March 07, 2005
- Time:
- 08:03:08 AM -0800
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I also remember when my mom went back to work. I was around 3 and I remember standing at the window and just crying as her and my elder siblings drove away in the van.
I remember this fluffy blue dress I would be taken to the daycare in.
I remember Mom coming to collect me from the daycare to take me to Wednesday night supper.
I remember ballet lessons and recitals when I was three. I remember that I loved tap.
I remember Sunday School when I was four very well. I also had this blanket that I carried everywhere, it was more like a rag that had my scent. There was a wind-up lamb that played a classical lullaby.
I remember that professional shoot that this painter did on my family. He had all four of kids pose for this portrait and he did about 100 takes before he got it right. Then he painted the thing, which cost around 4700 dollars.
I remember getting my first kitten for Christmas, a gorgeous little white thing. I remember waking up after Christmas and she crawled up in the middle of the night and slept next to me.
I remember the night my white cat died. Dad ran over her with the car. I was traumatized for years after that.
I remember sitting on my daddy's lap when I was 2,3,4,5,6,7 and he would put in the classical version of Peter and the Wolf. I remember the Wolf scared me, and so did the Hunter's drums. He also played Amahl and the Night Visitors for me every Christmas.
I remember my mom rocking me back and forth when I was toddler and singing " You are so beautiful to me."
I remember putting on Christmas soundtracks when I was little and dancing and acting them out in the living room.
I remember at Grandma's, I was fascinated with her piano. It was Nick Jr. in the mornings, and toddler-improv on the piano in the afternoons.
I remember being at the beach on holiday in Florida, and I got a full-body sunburn. Now, you know sometimes little kids will ditch their bathing suits, run off and sit down somewhere? Well, that was me. I couldn't even sit on the toilet cuz my butt was roasted.
I remember being teased mercilessly by my brothers.
I remember being my sister's slave for five minutes(i am the youngest of 5)
Apparently soon after my mom stopped breastfeeding me, which was probably around toddler age, I apparently started trying to breastfeed my baby dolls (a friend at Church told me this and that stays on this board!)
I remember the day when the Two Towers fell. I was 16 and we just sat in the school library as the second one collapsed on live television.
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Monday March 21, 2005
- Time:
- 07:32:14 PM -0800
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I have a memory that I thought was from my earliest days of childhood .... because it seemed to be tangled up with my memories of sleeping in the earliest bedroom that I remember. But the memory is one of my heart beating so loudly at night in that room ... when it was dark ... that it would FILL the house ... and I assumed as I recalled it that the entire household must have had to listen to my heartbeat when it was dark because of it's extreme volume. In my teenaged years - I began to wonder why as a smaller child - I had been so confused as to think that my heartbeat was so noisy at night. Do you think I could possibly have been remembering the sound of my mother's heartbeat as I was in the darkness of her womb?
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Thursday April 07, 2005
- Time:
- 03:04:51 PM -0700
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dancing with jimmy saville
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Wednesday April 20, 2005
- Time:
- 03:28:09 PM -0700
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my first memory was in a church parking lot in NC. i was above an old man and a young boy about 1 or two years old. floating down from the sky above them watching them in complete awe. wondering what they were talking about and how they felt. the old man was pointing his finger at the young boy and talking to him but i couldn't hear anything just see them. then i was circling around them close watching them wanting to learn. then all of a sudden i was the boy and had a flood of information hit me. the old man was my grandfather telling me how to act in church. i knew and understood everything i was wondering about moments ago but couldn't leave now. i was trapped in the human body and remain there still today much older. can't shake that first memory though sometimes i wonder if it was just a dream but it feels like a memory for sure. can't remember anything before that. i do remember being scared once i realized i was trapped as a mortal and couldn't leave. does anyone else have memories like this out there? i can't be the only one.
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Friday July 29, 2005
- Time:
- 08:10:10 AM -0700
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My earliest memory takes me back to the kitchen at my grandparent's house. It was a family gathering and my mother, Grandmother and aunt were busy, in the kitchen, preparing what was to be the big meal of the day. I remember observing them reaching into a large bag resting on the edge of the counter. Interested in learning the contents of the bag I reached up to the counter in an effort to obtain the bag for myself. The next thing I remember I was covered in a white
powder as the bag (and its contents) fell all over me.
Years later I told my mother of this memory. She was amazed that I remembered it. It was on my first Birthday when I spilled a bag of flour all over myself in my grandmother's kitchen.
L. Domkowski
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- Date:
- Friday July 29, 2005
- Time:
- 09:27:13 AM -0700
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- Remote User:
- Date:
- Monday August 01, 2005
- Time:
- 05:34:47 AM -0700
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My first memory I was walking along a road that had the word apple in it and the next thing I realize is that I have been struck by a car and I am not in any pain but rather very calm and
relaxed. The next thing I remember is I am moving with someone in a dark place towards a light and I don't really want to go or leave but the person/entity I am with assures me it will be
alright. The next thing I see is a bright light and I hear the sound of
a baby crying. The baby is me.
- Remote User:
- Date:
- Wednesday August 10, 2005
- Time:
- 10:10:09 AM -0700
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As a very small baby, probably no older than a year old, I recall "dreaming" of what I now call "The Shadow People." It was as though I was looking through an opaque curtain, and I could see light shining through it. I saw "shadowy" figures of people moving around - and could hear the muffled sounds of them talking. One voice - that of my mother - was always a little more audible. But, the voices sounded like people talking through a paper towel tube. For many years, up through early elementary grades, I continued to have these "dreams" about the images I was seeing. A few years ago I realized these were not dreams, at all. I am remembering being inside my mother's womb! I remember being able to see the light shining through when Mom would go outside in daylight, and could hear muffled voices coming from the shadowy figures. I'm able to remember FAR, FAR back into my early infancy - and astound my mother when I tell her of events that happened when I was only a few months old - including what my
nursery looked like (we moved from that home when I was two years old) and how Mom had decorated the walls of the nursery. I have no photo's of that room, but Mom says I am accurately remembering the room. I remember all of the sights, sounds, and smells of that home I spent my first two years in. Every little detail - including a specific pattern in the hardwood floor, which I described to my mother. What's pathetic is now that I'm middle aged, I can't recall what I ate for breakfast this morning - but I still have vivid memories of living inside the womb!
- Date:
- 11/18/2005
- Time:
- 5:57:22 PM
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One of my early memories is falling into a big cardboard moving box with a boy named Christophe as we played on a balcony while our parents were talking. I remember the sun glinting down through our hair. I remember being pressed up against him and smelling him.
He smelled really good and it was very cozy in there. His mother made an
off-handed remark remark about the two of us in their, alluding to how well we
got along. I do still miss him even now.
V.C.V.
- Date:
- 12/26/2005
- Time:
- 11:36:25 PM
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I remember this summer when me yonsa and shente went to statham with these boyz. I thought we were just going to ride around for a little while when we went to one of their houses and one boy kept telling us to come on cuz he didn't want to be drivin all night, i told him let me go pee and when I came back, that nigga was gone. That made me so mad cuz it was almost 12:00. We didn't have no where to go or nothing to eat. Shebte boyfriend had us walking and everything. We walked all night long, til bout 6:00 that morning. We laid n the road,
slept on a trampoline for bout 30 minutes. Then at bout 8:00 we went and laid in Shente's mom's friend's van. I was scared to go to sleep but I did. Then at bout 10:00 the man whose van we slept n came and told us to come inside and what did we do that for because jst when had just sleepin good his mother came in and cussed us out so bad. I was so scared. I thought she was gone kill us cause she had grabbed an axe. We was scared to go home because me and yonsa boyfriend was already mad at us and then to think that we had stayed out all night long.
- Date:
- 12/31/2005
- Time:
- 3:22:42 PM
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I remember sifting through sand in the school sandbox with a magnet, trying to find flecks of black iron with which to make a mound. I had a friend who told me that they did this in a sandbox in their backyard and eventually they
removed
all the iron grains entirely.
- Date:
- 6/6/2006
- Time:
- 3:09:36 AM
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I remember me falling backwards in a basket for laundry, outside on a sunny day. The grass was more green then ever, I was fixed in the basket couldn't move and was forced to look up in the sky. I remember only looking, how slowly the distant clouds drove by. I still feel the peace that was in my heart. I was impressed by the shapes and the slow movement of the clouds, nothing seemed to bother them. It's my strongest memory, I was 3 years old then.
Pieter
