My second birthday. I just kinda developed a consciousness when opening a pinkie pie baby doll on the lap of my mom in a circle of people watching me in a gym. All I remember thinking was, “This place is big.” Then looking at my baby doll.
I can’t remember if I was 2 or 3 but It was definitely before I began school. I remembered wearing some pants that were white and had thin black vertical stripes. And I was walking around my bedroom (I think) and I started touching the drawers to a white wardrobe and seeing if I could get on top of it. It was a real brief and faint memory that I can’t fully remember.
I was 4, getting my ass handed to me from a toddler brawl that I instigated. Our parents forced us to be friends at the end of the day, and we still are to this day. We haven’t talked in years but we pick up where we left off when we do talk like nothing happened.
I was like 3-4 My parents teaching me how to brush my teeth and they didn’t think about when they said “you need to clean your brush before you brush”
They meant just run it under water, but I squirted like hand soap on it and started scrubbing the brush and they freaked out cause they thought I was gonna brush my teeth with soap
I was about 3 when I got run over by a car. It hit me head on and I came out the back by the mufflers. I got a little burned up and had a small hole in my foot. I had to learn to walk again and put weight on my feet. It was so much hurting and crying going on because my mom wanted to hold me but the Drs said hell no he’s walking to you. Welp all these years later to just have a small burn mark that looks like a birth mark on my side.
I was a baby. I don’t remember my exact age, but I was old enough to recognize my parents. I wanted nothing to do with anybody else, and I got fussy when the unfamiliar lady next to my mom got too close to me, and the stranger lady was presumably a nurse.
My great grandmother offering me food i disliked, i was a bit older than 2
I Also remember when I got accepted at the daycare and my parents celebrating, i even got a beach ball
Another memory from the daycare when my younger cousin joined and laid on the floor crying that he wanted to go home and I thought that if i would do like him, Ill also get to go home so I joined him and eventually we both went home and never went back to day care.
Another memory from the daycare is when i ate playdough thinking it was candy
When I was 3 I had to blow my nose in the back seat of my parents car. My brother told me to just use my sock. So I took off my purple sock and blew my nose. My brother told me to throw it out the window. I remember after I threw the sock out the window my brother said “and that was the legend of the purple sock”
I was two when we lived in Hawaii and can remember sitting on a carseat that my dad had strapped to his bike. He did wheelies and we rode near the beach. Besides that every memory starts around 3 with my little sister suddenly being around.
Brother pushed me down the stairs when I was 2. I landed in the basement, immediately started crying, but hard stopped. “At least this blanket broke my fall” and back to crying.
3 i believe. I was potty training and I remember pooping my pants. Knew my mom would not be happy so I went and emptied the evidence in a toilet and went back to watching Winnie the pooh. Ironic.
I remember boogers being suctioned out of my nose with one of those squeeze tools when I was probably a newborn? I don’t remember it exactly but I’m sure I’m not far off from how young I was
I remember at 5 years old seeing my dad’s body in the tomb. I didn’t understand what was happening, i was playing around his tomb, i still remember very vividly.
Funny thing is it was pain. I just remember my gran feeding me and i was refusing because it hurt. I found out years ago from my mum that i had a reflux when i was less than a year old. Doctor said he never seen a baby react like that before. Ended up with a feeding tube for a bit.
Getting bit by a dog, fainting, and missing the birthday party that day. It wasn’t a bad bite, and it was my fault for accidentally stepping on the dog’s paw. It was hilarious that I actually slept for as long as I did, but at least my family got me a ring pop.
I was one, it was Christmas Day, and I fell down the stairs. I hit every step on the way down. I can remember seeing my dad making a dive across the room trying to catch me at the bottom lol.
I don’t remember anything, I think my first vague memory is being 12, at the coast with my grandma. I don’t remember the order, I do remember I got a pink bikini that I still have, took a picture with a foreigner who never saw someone with curls like mine before or something like that. I also remember telling her about my sh issues back then. And we heard people making noice on the streets because of football.
I don’t remember anything from before that and even after that it’s vague.
I do, now, Sometimes have times where I’m like “This places/item/… Used to look bigger”
3 years 2 months. Moving day. I remember walking out the front door of our new house into the sunlight and up the ramp of the moving truck to look for my lost teddy bear.
Dad walked me back inside and we found it.
My mom telling me the reason that I couldn’t go to an amusement park with my siblings and a group of our cousins was because I was too annoying and my uncle in charge of the trip didn’t want to have to deal with me all day. I think I was 3.
To be fair, 3 year olds are very annoying, and I was probably particularly so, and I don’t blame my uncle for not wanting to have to look after a small child (I was a few years younger than the others). But she didn’t have to tell it to me like that… some primo lifelong trauma was unlocked that day.
Just shy of a year old. I remember walking out the back door and watching as a white pitcher fell off a shelf up high. I ran outside where my mom was hanging laundry and she wanted to know where my grandmother was. There was a big earthquake happening. It’s just some screen grab type moving images, and it’s not much, but I remember it. So my does mother.
1,5 year old – my mother gave my little brother my blanket and I remember feeling so sad and angry. He had been given my toys, my chair and now my blanket!
the summer of 1977. i was 3 1/2. i was in a park in brooklyn. for some reason i took my shoes off and walking around barefoot. then I stepped on broken glass.
My brother’s second birthday. I was 3 1/2. I remember being INSANELY jealous and heartbroken because he got a beautiful wooden puzzle with a little red knob on each puzzle piece. The puzzle was round and was mostly red and yellow. I think each puzzle piece was some sort of animal. Red was (and is!) my favourite colour and I thought it was so unfair that he got that gift.
I bet my parents were really pleased with me that day, haha. I was a bit of a difficult child, I’m afraid.
I remember my mother made me a cake shaped like a butterfly for my fourth birthday. I have another memory when I was probably three, but I don’t have a reference to know when it was.
One of my first memories was of my mom and dad arguing when I was 2, I don’t remember any words, just the vibe and a clip of them yelling and my big brother looking concerned at me over and over.
They divorced soon after, I love them both, but them together is like pouring water on an oil fire.
I remember playing with a toy army jeep, probably a hot wheels at my grandmother’s house. I remember telling my aunt that I was 3 1/2 years old. I don’t know if I actually was, I just recall saying it. That’s my earliest memory.
My father died when i was young..I remember tho he was laying back on the hotel bed,I was sitting on his stomach and we were looking out at the city and skyline..my only memory of him as he died right after that..my mother says it happened but there’s no way I can remember that because I was barely..or had just turned 2..but it’s always been crisp in my mind..
I have a couple of vague memories of having my diaper changed.
I remember tearing a piece of wallpaper off of the wall while standing in my crib. The crib rails were about as high as my mid- to lower-ribcage. I then proceeded to pretend the strip of paper was a shopping list and that I was grocery shopping.
Finally, I remember being on my dad’s shoulders. He was getting me a bottle from a high cupboard, and I wanted the bottle shaped like a panda bear and was telling him so, but he couldn’t understand me, because I couldn’t actually speak yet, so he grabs the stupid, plain, blue bottle from the cupboard and I remember being really frustrated. It’s a surreal memory because I remember I could understand everything he was saying, and in my head I was legible, but I could tell by his lack of response that he couldn’t understand what I was saying.
I have 2 answers for this, one sad and one goofy so I’ll do both lol.
First memory ever, I woke up at 3 years old crying over the SpongeBob episode “Doin’ Time”, there’s a gag where an old fish writes his entire legacy in red ink, and an exploding prune truck ruined his papers. I remember being so devastated that he was gonna die before he could write it lol.
Also 3, I was let onto a real actual train, and even got to honk the horn. I was not prepared for how loud it was, and proceeded to take off down the cabin cars, I would’ve kept going if I wasn’t caught lol
It was my 3rd birthday. I received a black and gold tricycle at my grandmas house. I remember getting it, then in the street having my shoelaces caught in the peddles. I’m 34 now.
My mom said I was less than two when this happened. I remember being in my pack n play at my grandmas old house, and it was right next to my sister’s dresser. Well she left her eyeshadow next to the ledge (rookie mistake) and I remember opening it and wiping my finger across it, it was blue. Then I remember wiping my finger across the bottom of my pack n play mat. Now here’s the part I don’t remember lol, apparently I got caught and sat in front of the door cause I thought my mom couldn’t get in. She could.
Being at my “father’s” house. I remember walking to the store and being yelled at about jumping on a water bed. My brother wasn’t born so between 18-24 months old.
Under 2 years old (unsure of specific age without asking my mum) vividly remember crawling next to my mum who was counting coins on the floor, picking up a two pence coin and immediately attempting to swallow it. Went about as well as you’d think. Mum got the fright of her life as I nearly choked to death, had blue lips and everything, and I got a life long phobia of choking on things. I used to chew all my medication and I can’t be around people who are sucking on boiled sweets or god forbid throwing food and catching it in their mouth. Gave me sweaty palms just typing that out.
I was running around with my brother. I fell on my hand and felt a sharp pain. I was rising up, my brother falls on me and there is even worse pain.
Film is cut, next thing I know I am with my granny, she is wrapping my arm and tells me we are going to the hospital. At the hospital I remember playing with toys, and then my dad comes and tells me there is nothing wrong with my hand if I can play like that. He unwraps my hand and it is all bruised up and I could see the bones under the skin sticking out in a weird way. Thankfully nothing pierced the skin. He takes me to some nurse and less than hour later I am in opersting room.
In the OR a nurse tells me the Sandman is coming to put some sleep dust in my eyes. I told her I know the Sandman is not real and they will inject sleepy medicine in me. All the nurses and doctors laughed at me and then I went under.
I was 2,5 years old. My hand broke in three places, and my elbow broke and turned inside out kind of. I ended up needed 3 surgeries on my hand. And I was at the hospital on my rrd birthday that year.
The weirdest thing about it all is that my daughter broke her arm at 2 year 4 months old. What are the odds? She slipped and fell at day care.
I kept having my “green dream” over and over when I was 4-5, and I explained it to my mom many times, until one day she went, “OMG, you are describing the hospital birthing room and doctor when you were born!!”
My earliest provable memory is of a house we lived in when I was 2. I described the layout of the house and the view from the front porch to my much older sister once, and she said, “that’s impossible, you were two!”
I was 2-3. We were still at the tiny little cabin they brought me home from the hospital to. My Mom was tending to the garden and I was standing behind her. The teen from the next block over came over, and asked if she could watch me for a bit. I was absolutely fascinated by her attic bedroom (with the sloping ceiling) and the fact that she had a TV.
Christmas the year I was two. I went into the dining room to complain that I let my cousins play with my new toys but they wouldn’t let me play with the Mr. Potato heads they had just gotten. I remember the table being way over my head and I know who was sitting where. The whole family was there. The only person I couldn’t see was my grandfather. He died six days later, so I have no memories of him
I was 2! My childhood cat, who was about 3 at the time, escaped out the front door when my older sister, 5, was getting on the bus for kindergarten. I can vaguely remember my hands against the glass screen door, and I remember my sister crying in front of the bus because she didn’t want to get on it in the chaos.
Then I remember my mom knelt down next to the deck with a piece of ham, luring said cat out with said sandwich meat. It was a really funny memory in hindsight, but was super stressful for all of us in the moment! Well, except Jasmine. She got to explore some lawn and she got ham out of it!
Hanging out with my mom, who was ironing. My brother was sliding down the stairs on his butt, and I was worried about him getting hurt. I was 2. My brother was 6.
I was maybe 3 years old. My sibling and I were playing with the cat. I just wanted to pet him but she kept on grabbing at him, picking him up even though he didn’t want to be picked up. And I remember thinking “so that’s why he’s called ‘Jumper’ because he always jumps away… I would jump away from my sister too.” My sister still has no respect for the boundaries of those closest to her.
I have a memory from really young. Probably aged between 1 and 2. I was wearing a red all in one and toddling around the cafe where my mum worked. I turned around to see her leaving through the glass door and screamed the place down because I thought she’d just left me. Two old ladies sat at a table tried to tell me she’d be right back but I just kept screaming.
I was around 2.5, riding my bike with my grandma at the park. I fell off and when I looked at my hands, there was red all over them and i thought i was bleeding. my grandma came over and calmed me down and showed me that it was just tiny red berries that had fallen from a nearby bush. I remember feeling so peaceful, loved and safe with my grandma. i miss her!
I was 3. We were visiting my aunt and uncle’s house and the first thing I remembered was my cousin showing me his Star Wars toy collection,. complete with Vader helmet carrying case.
Oh, this is a fun thread! I remember I would be in my crib, and every time I would lay on my right side, it seemed I would hear a fire or police siren.
I remember trying not to lay on that side or something bad would happen.
I was almost 4. My dad had a small yellow truck and we were going down a dirt road that had a ton of bumps (he was an engineer, this was probably a construction site) and I found it absolutely hilarious. I remember I had slid down the seat a little bit and so I was kinda rolling on my back while I looked up at him, with what I now know were toddler belly laughs. He thought my reaction was funny, I remember him laughing with me.
Eventually my father changed dramatically due to mental illness. By my early 20’s he had tried to hurt me several times (once he actually tried to take my life but I out ran him) and by mid-20’s I had severed my relationship with him. 25 years later he passed away, never having met my wife or his grandchildren. But I get to choose what I remember most strongly about him and I choose up to when I was 15 (just before he changed). He was a good dad up until then and I reward the memory of his good years by keeping these early years at the front of my noggin.
Getting my thumb slammed in the door as my older sibling left, and being sat in the corner of our kitchen counter as my mom tended to it. I was 3, I think.
I have a strange memory of the timewhen i was born, i remember the hospitalamdy family members. What most interesting is i can recall that from a third pov. It could be a self made memory by my mind.
I think I was about 2.5. My cousin took me to school for “childcare” lessons… something girls had to do in the 70s along with cookery… the boys did woodwork.
it was my third birthday, i said something that i can’t remember and everybody laughed, i thought they were laughing at me so i cried and my mom tried to help me understand but when im embarrassed there’s no helping that even now.
That I can remember distinctly, my mom telling our babysitter that we had a sister on the way. I would have been … 3? I should really know the answer to that better lmao.
I thought it was when my parents moved my babysister cradle into my room, we are a year and ten months apart. But no, I asked my mother about a little walk we did close to home that I loved, there was a really old tree and I liked to walk around it and walk up and down its roots while she hold my hand, I wondered where she left my sister when we did that because there were only both of us and she told me that my sister had not been born yet so I have memories from being a year and a half!
I remember sitting in my crib, looking up at some framed artwork in my bedroom. It was a picture of little kids with chubby cheeks… very 1950’s. I remember the rails in the crib.
I think i was maybe 1, and I couldn’t see very far (so I really don’t know how old i was maybe younger) and there are 2, it was at a photo shoot,
1 of them was with my dad, he picked me up and was saying stuff like, aaww my sweet baby girl etc., but the only thing that went through my head was “ah thats my dad” or something like that and “NOT THE BEARD, OH GOD NOT THE BEARD IT HURT AAAAAAAAHHHH” because my dad loved to rub his beard on my head, he wanted me to have really thick hair and alot of hair….I think he got what he wanted 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣, and then I saw flashing light, so it was for a photo, I still have the photo’s too 😅
And the second photo, I was stuck in a basket with stuffed animals, and the lady that took photos of me got annoyed because I kept moving because I wanted to have a specific toy 😅, and my mom would tell her “like what do you expect she is a baby, that’s what baby’s do idiot”, they were friends that’s why she said that and my mom got annoyed with her acting mean to me 😅🤣
My mum being wheeled into theatre to have my youngest sister by caesarean. I was 3 years and 3 months old. My dad didn’t believe me until I gave a detailed description of the layout of the hospital. For info, conversation with my dad was nearly 50 years later.
Earliest was from 2. I’m able to remember sooooo much from 2 forward without fail but I remember the day I gained consciousness, I was 5 staring in the mirror
We heard a crash outside and my mum went out to see what had happened. A tile had fallen off the roof. She came back in and told me part of the roof had fallen off and I very clearly remember being frightened that the big bad wolf might blow the house down. I can date this precisely between the ages of 2 and two months and 2 and ten months because we moved house frequently.
maybe not first but one of the first memories i have is me standing behind a table and looking down at my feet and thinking to myself damn i got such small feet when i grow up will they get as big as my parents feet
I have a very hazy memory of the first house I lived in. We moved out of it when I was 3 or 4 and I kind of remember being in the house after all or most of our stuff was moved out.
Apparently I was 2, and i remember being in a high chair and I was getting scolded for eating dough for pizza my mom told me to help her and flatten it out I have vivid detail of the home layout and how my mom looked then, ect and I told her as a adult and she was shocked because she also remembers. Told me I was 2 and she’s surprised that’s my earliest memory 🤷🏻♀️
I remember being in one of those big baby car seats with the handle, and being put down on the floor in my grandmothers house. A really weird thing to remember very specifically.
I was probably 6 (I know that I have no memory before 6).
I come back from school, it’s the beginning of the school year, perhaps the first day and I’m very disappointed to not be able to read. In fact the teacher didn’t teach us how to read.
So I ask my mom to teach me and we take my schoolbook and she shows me some words.
I remember the first word I ever read : “the squirrel” (l’écureuil, I’m French).
Probably about 2 years old, a piece of classical music came on the radio and it captured my soul.
50 years later a guy I knew offered me a classical compilation CD set because he couldn’t sell it. Second CD had the same track, I knew it as soon as the opening bars played. So after 50 years of never hearing the tune again, I finally knew it the title and the composer.
I have a very faint memory of me sitting in my crib, looking out the nursery door, through the hallway, into what would eventually become my childhood bedroom. No idea how old I was or why that memory stuck around.
Breastfeeding as an infant. I was weaned at 6 mos when I was able to eat babyfood, and Mom was pregnant with my sister. I remember how my Mom smelled, and the tickle of her hair on my face when she would burp me over her shoulder.
not sure how old, in my grandma’s arms as she fed me via baby bottle, I was absolutely not enjoying whoever the guests coming in were… tho… I don’t ever remember seeing them and don’t know who they are.
me having gone with my parents to a shop to get my ma’s sewing machine repaired. i remember her buying me ice cream later, and asking me to say ‘thank you’ to the shopkeeper. it’s a delightful thing to look back at. i was maybe around four or five years old
Unsure of age, but was still in a crib. Woke up terrified and crying because a thunderstorm woke me. My mom picked me up and put me in bed with my sisters. Oldest sister said, “Not her! She pees in bed.”
When I told my mom about the memories I had visiting my dad in another state, I was surprised to find out I was only 2 years old. I have many vivid memories of that time.
When I was like 3 I had a stomach ache, so I lied on the couch for a while before vomiting all over. My parents still have the picture of a half-conscious baby me covered in pale bile.
(There are other memories that took place in the same apartment, but I don’t know whether they came before or after this incident.)
Two or three years old, hiding under a table as my parents fought. Not physical fighting, just yelling and screaming, but still terrifying at that age.
I told many people about this memory and for years they said it was impossible, but I have a memory of sitting in a sink, holding a box that smelled good. My dad confirmed that memory though with an actual picture of that moment when I was a little over 1 years old, that he put me there to take the pic and I grabbed an old fashioned air freshener, which was that box. I still have that picture till this day.
Age 2 – standing up in my crib and calling to my mother “I’m ready to get up now!” because I really had to go. Her response of course was “It’s not time to get up yet.” Peed my pajamas, cried, got my butt whooped for both of the above. Good times. 🤷♂️
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Preschool Christmas play, I was a penguin.
At 3 years old when I used to call my parents by their names and get confused why they’re laughing at me when I do that
My second birthday. I just kinda developed a consciousness when opening a pinkie pie baby doll on the lap of my mom in a circle of people watching me in a gym. All I remember thinking was, “This place is big.” Then looking at my baby doll.
4-year old me running out of daycare just bcos the teacher suddenly changed my dance partner during rehearsal.
When my younger sister was born when I was 3 years old. It feels like a dream at this point.
Falling into a Pond trying to hug the Turtles think I was 3 .
I can’t remember if I was 2 or 3 but It was definitely before I began school. I remembered wearing some pants that were white and had thin black vertical stripes. And I was walking around my bedroom (I think) and I started touching the drawers to a white wardrobe and seeing if I could get on top of it. It was a real brief and faint memory that I can’t fully remember.
I was 4, getting my ass handed to me from a toddler brawl that I instigated. Our parents forced us to be friends at the end of the day, and we still are to this day. We haven’t talked in years but we pick up where we left off when we do talk like nothing happened.
Being told off while hitting large stones/rocks with a tennis racket, they went over the house, hitting all our neighbours cars.
My first memory? Sitting in a high chair, dead silent, just watching my family argue—already realizing I was the smartest one there.
I was like 3-4 My parents teaching me how to brush my teeth and they didn’t think about when they said “you need to clean your brush before you brush”
They meant just run it under water, but I squirted like hand soap on it and started scrubbing the brush and they freaked out cause they thought I was gonna brush my teeth with soap
Leg fracture at 2.5
My 5th birthday. Believe it or not, I was 5 years old then.
I was about 3 when I got run over by a car. It hit me head on and I came out the back by the mufflers. I got a little burned up and had a small hole in my foot. I had to learn to walk again and put weight on my feet. It was so much hurting and crying going on because my mom wanted to hold me but the Drs said hell no he’s walking to you. Welp all these years later to just have a small burn mark that looks like a birth mark on my side.
I remember getting bathed in the kitchen sink. Don’t know how old I was but I must have been pretty young.
I was a baby. I don’t remember my exact age, but I was old enough to recognize my parents. I wanted nothing to do with anybody else, and I got fussy when the unfamiliar lady next to my mom got too close to me, and the stranger lady was presumably a nurse.
Ha!
Not even born. I inherited a genetic memory from my mum when she was in college. Grandad dropping her off at college and her friends.
She didn’t believe me until she found a college photo and asked me to describe the people there and I got them all to a T without looking at it
My great grandmother offering me food i disliked, i was a bit older than 2
I Also remember when I got accepted at the daycare and my parents celebrating, i even got a beach ball
Another memory from the daycare when my younger cousin joined and laid on the floor crying that he wanted to go home and I thought that if i would do like him, Ill also get to go home so I joined him and eventually we both went home and never went back to day care.
Another memory from the daycare is when i ate playdough thinking it was candy
Being in my front yard and playing with our dog. Probably 4ish years old.
When I was 3 I had to blow my nose in the back seat of my parents car. My brother told me to just use my sock. So I took off my purple sock and blew my nose. My brother told me to throw it out the window. I remember after I threw the sock out the window my brother said “and that was the legend of the purple sock”
I was two when we lived in Hawaii and can remember sitting on a carseat that my dad had strapped to his bike. He did wheelies and we rode near the beach. Besides that every memory starts around 3 with my little sister suddenly being around.
Looking at my brother in his crib. I was about 2.5. The memory is so faded and orange.
Brother pushed me down the stairs when I was 2. I landed in the basement, immediately started crying, but hard stopped. “At least this blanket broke my fall” and back to crying.
3 i believe. I was potty training and I remember pooping my pants. Knew my mom would not be happy so I went and emptied the evidence in a toilet and went back to watching Winnie the pooh. Ironic.
Falling on a nail with my hand and it went through my hand I still have the scar. I was 3
I remember boogers being suctioned out of my nose with one of those squeeze tools when I was probably a newborn? I don’t remember it exactly but I’m sure I’m not far off from how young I was
Me at 2 or 3 biting a child in kindergarden
When I was 2. I remember my mom telling me that I would fall off the bed, and next day i woke up on the ground.
I remember at 5 years old seeing my dad’s body in the tomb. I didn’t understand what was happening, i was playing around his tomb, i still remember very vividly.
Funny thing is it was pain. I just remember my gran feeding me and i was refusing because it hurt. I found out years ago from my mum that i had a reflux when i was less than a year old. Doctor said he never seen a baby react like that before. Ended up with a feeding tube for a bit.
Getting bit by a dog, fainting, and missing the birthday party that day. It wasn’t a bad bite, and it was my fault for accidentally stepping on the dog’s paw. It was hilarious that I actually slept for as long as I did, but at least my family got me a ring pop.
My first cry as a baby
Being born. Seriously, it was traumatic and then very cold
I was one, it was Christmas Day, and I fell down the stairs. I hit every step on the way down. I can remember seeing my dad making a dive across the room trying to catch me at the bottom lol.
I have three memories and I have no idea which one was first.
– Dog snapped at me when I decided to play horsie. He was not a fan.
– My dad saving my life when I fell in the pool.
– Watching another one of our dogs die of a brain aneurysm
I am pretty sure that I was 3 for all of them.
I don’t remember anything, I think my first vague memory is being 12, at the coast with my grandma. I don’t remember the order, I do remember I got a pink bikini that I still have, took a picture with a foreigner who never saw someone with curls like mine before or something like that. I also remember telling her about my sh issues back then. And we heard people making noice on the streets because of football.
I don’t remember anything from before that and even after that it’s vague.
I do, now, Sometimes have times where I’m like “This places/item/… Used to look bigger”
3 years 2 months. Moving day. I remember walking out the front door of our new house into the sunlight and up the ramp of the moving truck to look for my lost teddy bear.
Dad walked me back inside and we found it.
My mom telling me the reason that I couldn’t go to an amusement park with my siblings and a group of our cousins was because I was too annoying and my uncle in charge of the trip didn’t want to have to deal with me all day. I think I was 3.
To be fair, 3 year olds are very annoying, and I was probably particularly so, and I don’t blame my uncle for not wanting to have to look after a small child (I was a few years younger than the others). But she didn’t have to tell it to me like that… some primo lifelong trauma was unlocked that day.
Watching my oldest and best-friend-since run trough our kindergartens halfway naked because he didn’t like pampers
Just shy of a year old. I remember walking out the back door and watching as a white pitcher fell off a shelf up high. I ran outside where my mom was hanging laundry and she wanted to know where my grandmother was. There was a big earthquake happening. It’s just some screen grab type moving images, and it’s not much, but I remember it. So my does mother.
I remember my parents handing food out the kitchen window of our apartment so we could eat outside
1,5 year old – my mother gave my little brother my blanket and I remember feeling so sad and angry. He had been given my toys, my chair and now my blanket!
About 6 months I don’t remember details
Bright light on water .my hand reaching out…cold water being plunged to hot wooden panels ….
I’m curious, every comment I see is before people are 7. Is that normal?
the summer of 1977. i was 3 1/2. i was in a park in brooklyn. for some reason i took my shoes off and walking around barefoot. then I stepped on broken glass.
Less than 2 years old walking into a room off the living room to get a copy of Mr. Gilfump for my mom to read to me.
Sitting on my grandad’s and father’s lap while we drive in a white 1975 Ford Pick up. I was in diapers and holding the fucking wheel. It was so cool
My brother’s second birthday. I was 3 1/2. I remember being INSANELY jealous and heartbroken because he got a beautiful wooden puzzle with a little red knob on each puzzle piece. The puzzle was round and was mostly red and yellow. I think each puzzle piece was some sort of animal. Red was (and is!) my favourite colour and I thought it was so unfair that he got that gift.
I bet my parents were really pleased with me that day, haha. I was a bit of a difficult child, I’m afraid.
My first baby cry
Maybe age 2 or 3 getting bitten by a kid in daycare then crying…
In a high chair at the Rainforest Cafe with my parents, I think i was 3?
I remember my mother made me a cake shaped like a butterfly for my fourth birthday. I have another memory when I was probably three, but I don’t have a reference to know when it was.
I was standing at daycare looking at the paper balloons on the wall. I was turning 3.
One of my first memories was of my mom and dad arguing when I was 2, I don’t remember any words, just the vibe and a clip of them yelling and my big brother looking concerned at me over and over.
They divorced soon after, I love them both, but them together is like pouring water on an oil fire.
stepped on broken glass behind the fridge, i was 3/4
I remember playing with a toy army jeep, probably a hot wheels at my grandmother’s house. I remember telling my aunt that I was 3 1/2 years old. I don’t know if I actually was, I just recall saying it. That’s my earliest memory.
I was born at a very young age..
My father died when i was young..I remember tho he was laying back on the hotel bed,I was sitting on his stomach and we were looking out at the city and skyline..my only memory of him as he died right after that..my mother says it happened but there’s no way I can remember that because I was barely..or had just turned 2..but it’s always been crisp in my mind..
Getting carried from the cops due to a domestic dispute between my parents at the time.
I was like 3 or 4? Roughly. Remember it to this day.
I was 3, I think. I was lying on my pink, ruffled bedspread, kicking my feet and crying because I was throwing a fit about something.
I don’t recall what the problem was. Since I grew up in a not-so-happy family, that may be best.
Don’t know can’t remember this past remember I’ve disassociated so bad I can’t tell from my memories which were good or bad memories
I have a couple of vague memories of having my diaper changed.
I remember tearing a piece of wallpaper off of the wall while standing in my crib. The crib rails were about as high as my mid- to lower-ribcage. I then proceeded to pretend the strip of paper was a shopping list and that I was grocery shopping.
Finally, I remember being on my dad’s shoulders. He was getting me a bottle from a high cupboard, and I wanted the bottle shaped like a panda bear and was telling him so, but he couldn’t understand me, because I couldn’t actually speak yet, so he grabs the stupid, plain, blue bottle from the cupboard and I remember being really frustrated. It’s a surreal memory because I remember I could understand everything he was saying, and in my head I was legible, but I could tell by his lack of response that he couldn’t understand what I was saying.
1 I remember my brothers umbilical cord still being attached and waiting for it to fall off. I was a month shy of turning 2.
Is it only this specific memory or other memories as well?
I have 2 answers for this, one sad and one goofy so I’ll do both lol.
First memory ever, I woke up at 3 years old crying over the SpongeBob episode “Doin’ Time”, there’s a gag where an old fish writes his entire legacy in red ink, and an exploding prune truck ruined his papers. I remember being so devastated that he was gonna die before he could write it lol.
Also 3, I was let onto a real actual train, and even got to honk the horn. I was not prepared for how loud it was, and proceeded to take off down the cabin cars, I would’ve kept going if I wasn’t caught lol
Getting bullied in kindergarten
It was my 3rd birthday. I received a black and gold tricycle at my grandmas house. I remember getting it, then in the street having my shoelaces caught in the peddles. I’m 34 now.
Pretty sure I’m still the same age at the time I have my first memory.
My mom said I was less than two when this happened. I remember being in my pack n play at my grandmas old house, and it was right next to my sister’s dresser. Well she left her eyeshadow next to the ledge (rookie mistake) and I remember opening it and wiping my finger across it, it was blue. Then I remember wiping my finger across the bottom of my pack n play mat. Now here’s the part I don’t remember lol, apparently I got caught and sat in front of the door cause I thought my mom couldn’t get in. She could.
Funeral of JFK. I was almost 4.
Being at my “father’s” house. I remember walking to the store and being yelled at about jumping on a water bed. My brother wasn’t born so between 18-24 months old.
I have a faint recollection of my Mom washing my hair in the sink. Maybe 3 years old.
Under 2 years old (unsure of specific age without asking my mum) vividly remember crawling next to my mum who was counting coins on the floor, picking up a two pence coin and immediately attempting to swallow it. Went about as well as you’d think. Mum got the fright of her life as I nearly choked to death, had blue lips and everything, and I got a life long phobia of choking on things. I used to chew all my medication and I can’t be around people who are sucking on boiled sweets or god forbid throwing food and catching it in their mouth. Gave me sweaty palms just typing that out.
I was running around with my brother. I fell on my hand and felt a sharp pain. I was rising up, my brother falls on me and there is even worse pain.
Film is cut, next thing I know I am with my granny, she is wrapping my arm and tells me we are going to the hospital. At the hospital I remember playing with toys, and then my dad comes and tells me there is nothing wrong with my hand if I can play like that. He unwraps my hand and it is all bruised up and I could see the bones under the skin sticking out in a weird way. Thankfully nothing pierced the skin. He takes me to some nurse and less than hour later I am in opersting room.
In the OR a nurse tells me the Sandman is coming to put some sleep dust in my eyes. I told her I know the Sandman is not real and they will inject sleepy medicine in me. All the nurses and doctors laughed at me and then I went under.
I was 2,5 years old. My hand broke in three places, and my elbow broke and turned inside out kind of. I ended up needed 3 surgeries on my hand. And I was at the hospital on my rrd birthday that year.
The weirdest thing about it all is that my daughter broke her arm at 2 year 4 months old. What are the odds? She slipped and fell at day care.
I definitely have memories from the age of 3, but I couldn’t tell you which one was the first
My parents arguing, I was in my room, bawling
I was 4 or so. Dad and my sisters brought home our first puppy, Totti. A Lagotto-Romagnolo.
I (this was told to me when I was older obv – am 22 now) said “woah! for me?!”
I kept having my “green dream” over and over when I was 4-5, and I explained it to my mom many times, until one day she went, “OMG, you are describing the hospital birthing room and doctor when you were born!!”
My earliest provable memory is of a house we lived in when I was 2. I described the layout of the house and the view from the front porch to my much older sister once, and she said, “that’s impossible, you were two!”
3 or 4 I stuck a key in an outlet and couldn’t let go of the key. Don’t know howI did.
Sitting in a high chair while my mom was feeding me. We were watching, Welcome Back, Kotter. (Early 70s)
My first day at school and I was 6 years old
I was 2-3. We were still at the tiny little cabin they brought me home from the hospital to. My Mom was tending to the garden and I was standing behind her. The teen from the next block over came over, and asked if she could watch me for a bit. I was absolutely fascinated by her attic bedroom (with the sloping ceiling) and the fact that she had a TV.
Christmas the year I was two. I went into the dining room to complain that I let my cousins play with my new toys but they wouldn’t let me play with the Mr. Potato heads they had just gotten. I remember the table being way over my head and I know who was sitting where. The whole family was there. The only person I couldn’t see was my grandfather. He died six days later, so I have no memories of him
I was 2! My childhood cat, who was about 3 at the time, escaped out the front door when my older sister, 5, was getting on the bus for kindergarten. I can vaguely remember my hands against the glass screen door, and I remember my sister crying in front of the bus because she didn’t want to get on it in the chaos.
Then I remember my mom knelt down next to the deck with a piece of ham, luring said cat out with said sandwich meat. It was a really funny memory in hindsight, but was super stressful for all of us in the moment! Well, except Jasmine. She got to explore some lawn and she got ham out of it!
I miss that cat.
Hanging out with my mom, who was ironing. My brother was sliding down the stairs on his butt, and I was worried about him getting hurt. I was 2. My brother was 6.
I was maybe 3 years old. My sibling and I were playing with the cat. I just wanted to pet him but she kept on grabbing at him, picking him up even though he didn’t want to be picked up. And I remember thinking “so that’s why he’s called ‘Jumper’ because he always jumps away… I would jump away from my sister too.” My sister still has no respect for the boundaries of those closest to her.
I have a memory from really young. Probably aged between 1 and 2. I was wearing a red all in one and toddling around the cafe where my mum worked. I turned around to see her leaving through the glass door and screamed the place down because I thought she’d just left me. Two old ladies sat at a table tried to tell me she’d be right back but I just kept screaming.
Having my nappy changed
I was around 2.5, riding my bike with my grandma at the park. I fell off and when I looked at my hands, there was red all over them and i thought i was bleeding. my grandma came over and calmed me down and showed me that it was just tiny red berries that had fallen from a nearby bush. I remember feeling so peaceful, loved and safe with my grandma. i miss her!
I was 3. We were visiting my aunt and uncle’s house and the first thing I remembered was my cousin showing me his Star Wars toy collection,. complete with Vader helmet carrying case.
Oh, this is a fun thread! I remember I would be in my crib, and every time I would lay on my right side, it seemed I would hear a fire or police siren.
I remember trying not to lay on that side or something bad would happen.
Holy shit! I think I was less than two?
Damn Gen X. We were just built differently!
I was almost 4. My dad had a small yellow truck and we were going down a dirt road that had a ton of bumps (he was an engineer, this was probably a construction site) and I found it absolutely hilarious. I remember I had slid down the seat a little bit and so I was kinda rolling on my back while I looked up at him, with what I now know were toddler belly laughs. He thought my reaction was funny, I remember him laughing with me.
Eventually my father changed dramatically due to mental illness. By my early 20’s he had tried to hurt me several times (once he actually tried to take my life but I out ran him) and by mid-20’s I had severed my relationship with him. 25 years later he passed away, never having met my wife or his grandchildren. But I get to choose what I remember most strongly about him and I choose up to when I was 15 (just before he changed). He was a good dad up until then and I reward the memory of his good years by keeping these early years at the front of my noggin.
Getting my thumb slammed in the door as my older sibling left, and being sat in the corner of our kitchen counter as my mom tended to it. I was 3, I think.
I have a strange memory of the timewhen i was born, i remember the hospitalamdy family members. What most interesting is i can recall that from a third pov. It could be a self made memory by my mind.
must been my fourth birth day when i unwrapped play dough
I think I was about 2.5. My cousin took me to school for “childcare” lessons… something girls had to do in the 70s along with cookery… the boys did woodwork.
it was my third birthday, i said something that i can’t remember and everybody laughed, i thought they were laughing at me so i cried and my mom tried to help me understand but when im embarrassed there’s no helping that even now.
That I can remember distinctly, my mom telling our babysitter that we had a sister on the way. I would have been … 3? I should really know the answer to that better lmao.
Age 2, twerking in diapers and I also ate my own caca… I wasnt a smart baby.
About 1 – in a baby cart seeing the tree branches with the sky, I knew that I’m on the way to the park
I thought it was when my parents moved my babysister cradle into my room, we are a year and ten months apart. But no, I asked my mother about a little walk we did close to home that I loved, there was a really old tree and I liked to walk around it and walk up and down its roots while she hold my hand, I wondered where she left my sister when we did that because there were only both of us and she told me that my sister had not been born yet so I have memories from being a year and a half!
Not my first memory but I remember saying my first sentence “wow, every bathroom is big”
I remember sitting in my crib, looking up at some framed artwork in my bedroom. It was a picture of little kids with chubby cheeks… very 1950’s. I remember the rails in the crib.
I think i was maybe 1, and I couldn’t see very far (so I really don’t know how old i was maybe younger) and there are 2, it was at a photo shoot,
1 of them was with my dad, he picked me up and was saying stuff like, aaww my sweet baby girl etc., but the only thing that went through my head was “ah thats my dad” or something like that and “NOT THE BEARD, OH GOD NOT THE BEARD IT HURT AAAAAAAAHHHH” because my dad loved to rub his beard on my head, he wanted me to have really thick hair and alot of hair….I think he got what he wanted 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣, and then I saw flashing light, so it was for a photo, I still have the photo’s too 😅
And the second photo, I was stuck in a basket with stuffed animals, and the lady that took photos of me got annoyed because I kept moving because I wanted to have a specific toy 😅, and my mom would tell her “like what do you expect she is a baby, that’s what baby’s do idiot”, they were friends that’s why she said that and my mom got annoyed with her acting mean to me 😅🤣
But that’s the earliest can remember 😅
Sitting on the back of my grandpa’s bicycle in a milk crate. I was 4.
My mum being wheeled into theatre to have my youngest sister by caesarean. I was 3 years and 3 months old. My dad didn’t believe me until I gave a detailed description of the layout of the hospital. For info, conversation with my dad was nearly 50 years later.
Oatmeal bath when I had chicken pox at age 6
Being in an ambulance and eventually an MRI machine when I was 22 months and had a 105 fever.
I consider myself very lucky to be alive today!
How do you know it’s your first memory tho?
Earliest was from 2. I’m able to remember sooooo much from 2 forward without fail but I remember the day I gained consciousness, I was 5 staring in the mirror
We heard a crash outside and my mum went out to see what had happened. A tile had fallen off the roof. She came back in and told me part of the roof had fallen off and I very clearly remember being frightened that the big bad wolf might blow the house down. I can date this precisely between the ages of 2 and two months and 2 and ten months because we moved house frequently.
Someone showing me a box of Huggies. Not sure who, either my brother or sister.
maybe not first but one of the first memories i have is me standing behind a table and looking down at my feet and thinking to myself damn i got such small feet when i grow up will they get as big as my parents feet
Third bday party at the lake, my cake had wind-up plastic train going around a track on top. Very cloudy, it usually rains that day. I was three.
I have a very hazy memory of the first house I lived in. We moved out of it when I was 3 or 4 and I kind of remember being in the house after all or most of our stuff was moved out.
When I was 3 years old. My parents divorce
My first memory i can recall is me telling my mom she was going the wrong way on my first day of school. She was taking me to preschool by accident.
Apparently I was 2, and i remember being in a high chair and I was getting scolded for eating dough for pizza my mom told me to help her and flatten it out I have vivid detail of the home layout and how my mom looked then, ect and I told her as a adult and she was shocked because she also remembers. Told me I was 2 and she’s surprised that’s my earliest memory 🤷🏻♀️
My mom screaming at me telling me everything would be better if I was dead. I was 3…
My dad teaching me to ride a bike at 4 years old
The memory of my crying my eyes out when my first dog died when I was 4.
Me on the floor, in front of the TV… And my grandma throwing something at me.
I assume I was misbehaving, so she was just trying to make me stop.
I was a baby, I think.
I remember being in one of those big baby car seats with the handle, and being put down on the floor in my grandmothers house. A really weird thing to remember very specifically.
Three. Mom was yelling at my older brother to share his Hershey bar with me.
I remember wanting to be born in a hospital so I could be close to my mother
I was probably 6 (I know that I have no memory before 6).
I come back from school, it’s the beginning of the school year, perhaps the first day and I’m very disappointed to not be able to read. In fact the teacher didn’t teach us how to read.
So I ask my mom to teach me and we take my schoolbook and she shows me some words.
I remember the first word I ever read : “the squirrel” (l’écureuil, I’m French).
I’m 62 know.
Probably around 3. We were in a car accident. I remember right after and then riding in a wheelchair at the hospital.
I almost drowned in a lake at 3 years old. I remember this because it was pretty traumatic.
Probably about 2 years old, a piece of classical music came on the radio and it captured my soul.
50 years later a guy I knew offered me a classical compilation CD set because he couldn’t sell it. Second CD had the same track, I knew it as soon as the opening bars played. So after 50 years of never hearing the tune again, I finally knew it the title and the composer.
Elizabethan Serenade by Ronald Bringe.
I have a very faint memory of me sitting in my crib, looking out the nursery door, through the hallway, into what would eventually become my childhood bedroom. No idea how old I was or why that memory stuck around.
I think gaining consciousness on my 4th birthday.
I don’t remember lol
Breastfeeding as an infant. I was weaned at 6 mos when I was able to eat babyfood, and Mom was pregnant with my sister. I remember how my Mom smelled, and the tickle of her hair on my face when she would burp me over her shoulder.
not sure how old, in my grandma’s arms as she fed me via baby bottle, I was absolutely not enjoying whoever the guests coming in were… tho… I don’t ever remember seeing them and don’t know who they are.
me having gone with my parents to a shop to get my ma’s sewing machine repaired. i remember her buying me ice cream later, and asking me to say ‘thank you’ to the shopkeeper. it’s a delightful thing to look back at. i was maybe around four or five years old
Unsure of age, but was still in a crib. Woke up terrified and crying because a thunderstorm woke me. My mom picked me up and put me in bed with my sisters. Oldest sister said, “Not her! She pees in bed.”
Definitely getting beat for lighting a candle under a couch, it was a bad one.
When I told my mom about the memories I had visiting my dad in another state, I was surprised to find out I was only 2 years old. I have many vivid memories of that time.
When I was like 3 I had a stomach ache, so I lied on the couch for a while before vomiting all over. My parents still have the picture of a half-conscious baby me covered in pale bile.
(There are other memories that took place in the same apartment, but I don’t know whether they came before or after this incident.)
I broke my femur in half when I was 3. Snapped me right into cognizance.
Two or three years old, hiding under a table as my parents fought. Not physical fighting, just yelling and screaming, but still terrifying at that age.
3 years old, San Francisco vacation, trolley car museum, dad pointing down at the cables in the street explaining how the trolley cars work.
I told many people about this memory and for years they said it was impossible, but I have a memory of sitting in a sink, holding a box that smelled good. My dad confirmed that memory though with an actual picture of that moment when I was a little over 1 years old, that he put me there to take the pic and I grabbed an old fashioned air freshener, which was that box. I still have that picture till this day.
Age 2 – standing up in my crib and calling to my mother “I’m ready to get up now!” because I really had to go. Her response of course was “It’s not time to get up yet.” Peed my pajamas, cried, got my butt whooped for both of the above. Good times. 🤷♂️