Your Earliest Memory – How Old Were You, And…
What is your earliest memory? How old were you, and do you think that as young children that we remember things only if we choose to, or that everything is always recorded?
Mine skips around a bit, my first memory is of me at age two I think. It was Christmas and I was wearing a onesy pajama. I remember the look of the living-room and some news report on our black and white tv. I got a red rubber football for Christmas and I was practicing chucking it violently against the wall. Then my memory jumps around nothing really significant enough to tell what was going on until kindergarten. But honestly my memory is all chopped up until 4th grade. As someone who experienced childhood trauma, I can say that for me anyway, somethings I couldn’t help but remember but other things I allowed myself to forget and still can not remember to this day and I know some of it is for the better. : )
My earliest memory was also when I was 2 years old, and I kept having recurring dreams about a pale hand coming out from the wall grabbing me and pulling me towards it. (My bed was against a wall). Funny thing is my mom said those dreams stopped once we moved out of the house. They were so realistic I actually felt it when I was in the process of waking up.
My first memory is from when I was either 2 or 3 years old. It’s interesting how that’s already becoming a theme.
I got this awesome little blue scooter for Christmas and vaguely remember riding it around on my house’s hardwood floor. But I clearly remember sometime in the next few days. I was riding the scooter down our street with my mother walking behind me. This is a little scooter that you sit on and push yourself forward with your feet while pretending your driving a motorcycle. Our neighbors had a little statue of a baby deer sitting on their lawn. I knew it wasn’t real. But it looked so real that I had to pet it. So I rode up their driveway and tried to pet the baby deer while still sitting on my scooter. Unfortunately, this turned out to be way too much coordination for two year old and I fell of the scooter and landed squarely on my chin.
I remember crying, but I don’t remember feeling pain. I remember how quickly I stopped crying when my mother picked me up.
I don’t think I chose to remember this. I think it was the earliest intense mix of emotions that my brain was capable of solidifying.
I remember the Womb or pre-birth.
i even made drawings of it when i was little.
black with colors in waves gentle waves of warm sensations and what you would imagine as ambient music?
ambient sounds and estatic sensations/feelings
alll of this in the gentlest waves.
there was no up or down
The earliest I remember were times when I was about 4-7.
When I was young I grew up in a big house with a big family. My mother or father would be at work and my aunt, uncle, or grandma would watch me. One specific memory I remember was when I was 4, when my aunt Harriet picked me up and danced with me around our inground pool to this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkXNEmtf9tk .
Two memories of when I was 5. One time I literally woke up in the night and saw Santa. I was sleeping on the couch, opened my eyes and saw santa. I immediately closed my eyes…I was not worthy, I couldn’t let santa find out I wasn’t sleeping. I never told ANYONE. Once it became obvious that santa claus wasn’t real I only had to wonder who dressed up and tricked me. Coming to find out it was my dad.
Another time was when the chucky movies were popular. Chucky scared the absolute shit out of me when I was a kid. Nothing scared me more I swear. It was the devil incarnate to me. Well, waking up one morning I opened my eyes to see a chucky doll laying next to me, looking me right in the eyes. Naturally I erupted in tears and went ape shit. Think of being you as a 5 year old and waking up ready to play and enjoy your day…then you open your eyes to the most evil thing the universe has ever constructed. I decided enough was enough. I grabbed the doll by it’s leg and ran down stairs, around the corner of my house, down the driveway and threw it into the dumpster. I had no idea how chucky came to get me but I was scared. At the same time though I thought hey I tossed it in the trash it’s fine.
The next morning I woke up and there it was again, laying next to me. Needless to say I basically shit myself because it was JUST LIKE THE MOVIE. I screamed a lot and my dad came in laughing. I won’t ever forget those memories. He got me twice.
@simonphoenix, I was hoping someone would bring up pre-birth memories. I have met people who have shared similar experiences– even to the point of recalling the “life-contract” they designed as spirit.
And then of course there are the few who remember themselves in past lives…cool stuff.
For me 3-4 years old chasing my cousin around the outside of my house. We were playing an egg toss game (you stand close together and toss then each time take one step back), after the second toss he just threw it at my head:(
wow, i didn’t realize how shitty of a memory I had until now.
I’m not sure if i remember this from pictures/stories from my mom, or really remember it, but when i was 3 i went to england, and i can visualze these blow-up zoo animals in this playground thing, and then sitting under a red chair and biting a barbie?
The next earliest I’m not sure if it was a nightmare or really happened either: but waking up with super intense eye crusties and not being able to open my eyes, and my dad getting a warm wash cloth and using that to clean out my eyes so they’d open. My mom says she doesn’t remember this.
This i remember for sure, it was when I was like 5: I didn’t know how to wear sunglasses. The concept confused me, and i’d always put them on upside-down because I thought the part going over your years should be in-line with the top of your noise, then the shaded eye parts on top. if that makes sense. anyways. yeah. I remember standing in my street talking to friends and them making fun of me for my sunglasses being upside down and being reallyy frustrated at not being able to figure it out.
Thank god something happened along the way and i’m not that dumb anymore.
I sometimes feel like I remember something from being like 3 or 4, but then I think about it, and I COULD just be imagining the memory all together. Or maybe basing it on a lucid dream I had as a kid.. Its like no memory is “real”.
A lot of early memories have been coming back to me over the past year. It’s weird. I remember things like how my stomach felt in the womb and as a newborn. I don’t know if sensations really count as memories, but I definitely remember the sensations. I remember the sound of being in womb and the feeling of the outward tug of my belly button. I remember having a outsie belly button and gradually losing it as I got older. I remember when my mother used to put me on her stomach and my favorite place to be was with my stomach skin on her stomach skin. Weird. Sometime I feel like if I could get hold of my navel and pull it outward a couple of inches, then I would feel more like I felt then.
My 3rd birthday, I think I only remember it because it was somewhat traumatic. I was running around playing with friends in my house. I came running around a corner and someone had knocked off a box of thumbtacks in the floor and I hit them full speed and got 8 or 9 stuck deep into my foot.
@rickyferdon, I THINK I was 3… But it was easter and me and my brother we easter egg hunting at my grandparents house. My mom was helping me find eggs, because I was only 3.. Occasionally I see glimpses of me laying in a stroller and people telling me how cute I am, and I remember feeling creeped out by them. But part of me thinks this is just a created thought of what it was like to be that young. I don’t think they’re actually memories, but who knows, they could be.
@vernalsoul, what you said about the sunglasses was awesome! I have very similar memories with sunglasses. I couldn’t understand why people wore sunglasses that way. I wore my mine upside down a lot as a kid. For a while it was purely an act of rebellion. It was also because the nose piece on one particular pair was super uncomfortable.
I cant remember when I stopped doing it…probably when I got better sunglasses that fit right.
@irievibes, That seriously makes me feel so much fucking better about myself as a child. I’m still rebellious! So it was probably just that, not being dumb! :D
@adamm0ss, That’s how all of mine are til like 5 or 6.
@kipgoeing, That is so…intuitive. and awesome. Why do you think your early memories just started coming back??
Things I remember the most from age 4-8
Kimmy Gibbler was a whore
E.t. terrified me
the not the momma baby from the show Dinosaurs was cool
sneaking to watch Beavis and Butthead and Howard Stern
pretending I was an elephant and snorting a hello kitty eraser
Amy Grant’s baby baby song infuriated me
never liking New kids on the block
karaoking to the neighborhood in my front yard
planting walkie talkies in my great grandmothers bathroom and singing ice ice baby to her with my cousin
wanting every beanie baby
venting in my diaries
enjoying old school duck hunt and mario while on laughing gas at the dentist