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Here is mine: I remember lying in my bed with a little pale blue nightlight, a duck. It was summertime, a velvet breeze caressed my face and crickets filled the air. I heard an angel singing a beautiful song. I told my mother about this and she said she remembered the nightlight and the house we were living in and that I had to be three years old. By the way, here is the angel and the song:
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I was one and a half, I was on a plane from Dublin to London with my parents, they brought me up to the cockpit to sit with the pilot.
Now, I'm still not sure if that's a dream or not but I do remember my first day at playschool aged three and three quarters and about the same time hearing a song called "Rhinestone Cowboy" on the radio when it was first released back in the day. To view links or images in this forum your post count must be 2 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. |
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Sitting in a blue swing on our back porch. It was summer, and I was laughing, smiling and chatting with my parents. I was somewhere between the ages of 2 and 4.
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Riding in the car with my dad and passing a Miami Subs on the way to a wedding reception. I remember the glowing pink flamingo and thinking it was some kind of magical bird. I was about four years old at the time, and the dress I wore also had a flamingo on it.
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Walking out across the yard through the snow while my mother watched from the house. I was either 1.5 or 2.5 years old.
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I think it was the memory in which the anthropomorphic M&Ms have fangs and rows of sharp teeth and chase me around my old apartment trying to eat me, yes, a dream of course but a candidate for earliest memory. Or maybe it's the one where my dad got shot at by some degenerates after he got back from work one night and the apartment window shattered on me as a baby but that one's so faint I may as well go with the dream. There was also a second dream, in this one I swam through a blood ocean of sea serpents and demonic fish with the sky ablaze, I think it was because I was trying to imagine what the world would be like if the evil wizard Gargamel was in control and that volcano from the opening of the show really erupted spewing forth evils.
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riding on the back of my Boxer dog. i have a few others that compete for 'first', but that one is the clearest. his name was Stinky.
no, don't ask. |
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Sitting in front of a book case and my mum yellin at me. I couldnt have been three.
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I vaguely remember getting bathed in the sink.
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I was riding in one of those "giant swan" boat rides that are at some amusement-type parks. The boats are attached to a track under the water and move very slowly. It was very sunny and I was sitting in the swan boat with my aunt, who was my mother's older sister. She said to me, "there's Mummy, wave to Mummy" pointing at the bridge nearby, where my mother was taking a picture of us. I was about 2 years old. My aunt died 2 years later and that is one of only two memories I have of her, so I'm very grateful I can remember that moment with her. That memory came back to me only about 3 years ago. I don't know what it was that triggered it, but I'm glad the various "connections" were made to make me remember it.
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Sitting in my grandparents' living room with all my cousins watching the episode of The Simpsons when Bart and 'Michael Jackson' were singing Lisa that birthday song they wrote.
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I dropped part of a banana behind the washing machine.
I also remember the first Apollo moon launch in Florida and seeing them set foot on the moon on TV days later. I had just turned 4. |
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I don't know how old I was.
Lying on my back in a crib, playing with a wonderful styrofoam ball - I was fascinated by it. In retrospect I think it was probably part of a ruined Christmas ornament, such as the base of a snowman. I remember using both hands and feet to manipulate it. Don't know why this would be significant enough to remember, but there you go. |
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Age 2, walking to the hospital where my sister had just been born. I have the image in my head of standing outside the hospital holding my dad's hand. It's pretty vague though, I'm not entirely sure about most of the details.
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I was in the neighbor's inground swimming pool, in the shallow end. I ventured a little deeper, holding on to the side of the pool, and then somehow lost my footing. I started panicking and screaming (I didn't know how to swim yet), and so the neighbor grabbed me by the hair (ouch!) and pulled me out of the water. I was about 4.
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My grandmother holding me, watching my mom leaving with her sisters. I was pre-verbal, probably less than a year old. (We lived with my grandparents when my dad was in the army, so I was most likely 6-8 months old at the time.)
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I'm not sure what my very first memory because I don't remember the chronological order of them but it's one of these:
*my mother sewing me a dress with ladybugs on it *calling out for a glass of water because I was afraid of the dark and wanted my mom to come back to my room *riding in the backseat of the car, "reading" my Dr. Seuss books I was probably around 3 for all of these. |
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Casts.
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Watching my cousin get life-flighted to another hospital. I was 2. He had just been born. I was with my parents in a parking garage (on one of the higher floors) looking at the helicopter.
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Asking my mother when my sister will finally be born. I was about 4. I have some other memories, perhaps earlier, but can't put a date on them.
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I was around three or four riding in the back of my dad's truck in the Bahamas. He was the pastor of a church and we were on our way to the city around curvy roads with the beach to our left. There was another adult in the front of the truck with him while the children rode in the back with an older child to monitor us. It was very sunny and there was a slight breeze; perfect weather.
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Playing on my grandfather's recliner with him. He died when I was two, so it had to be before then. I also clearly remember the day they took him off to the hospital (and he died shortly thereafter).
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i was around one year old. my mom brought me to some studio to have pictures taken of me, and then they put a little bunny next to me for me to play with to make me smile. the bunny hopped towards my feet, its face tickled my feet, and then i smiled really big and looked at the camera and the photographer took a picture
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I'm a bit skeptical of the pre-verbal memories people mention here (I mean, you were too young to conceptualize what was happening when it happened, so the memory ought to have cristallized in your brain without any words associated to it). I'd say I have some too, but they're more like sensations that I can't really explain.
Are you sure you truly remember this event or is it not your mother who told you the story behind the photo several times while you were growing up? |
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I am three years old. I wake up in a bed in a house and exit the room. There is a family in the other room, a mother, father, and two younger children. I have no idea who they are. They feed me Cheerios and I eat. I leave the house and go outside, looking around the neighborhood. There's train tracks 2 blocks north. The other children on the street recognize me, but I don't remember them. I realize I can't remember anything prior to this day and I tell myself this is highly unusual. I tell myself not to forget this day, because something weird is going on.
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