Your earliest memory?

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I am small enough to be lying on the closed toilet seat lid. My mother is changing my diaper, breathing purposely through her mouth instead of her nose, a nasty look on her face. I do not feel good about her expression at all.

I continue to be amazed at how vivid this remains. I am 62 this year.

Outside the house where we stayed in the summers there was a sidewalk paved with red brick colored tiles. I remember doing somersaults on that sidewalk. I was probably 3.

I think I started to remember things when I was around 2 or 3 years old. Like sitting in a high chair and eating Neapolitan ice cream at my grandparent's while watching A Charlie Brown Christmas on the TV.

Barely a toddler, leafing through the snow to collect and line up on the picket fence all the different coloured dog turds.

A really random scene of my mom putting my younger sister on a sink to wash her.

She seem like she's less than a year old.
And I'm at least 2½ years older than her.
So likely toddler years, but I cannot actually recall the precise age.


What I can consciously recall and knew my age was likely around 4-5, playing with a radio cassette player over and over...

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My father's 29th birthday. I was 3 years old and playing outside our house in a sandbox when he, standing inside by the window, knocked on the glass. When I looked at him he opened his mouth wide open and pointer with his finger at it. I thought: "What a smart way to tell me that I should come in for dinner!"

Trigger Warning : It was the oddest way I recall these things. Late hubby tried to touch my neck . in my late 30,s
And I recoiled and ask him not to do that anymore . And then started to relate to him. My experience in elementary school , when a bully Surprised me on purpose and knocked me to the ground .And commenced to strangling me .. It was so unexpected. I was aloner and very quiet . but she wanted to show off to her friends .
This was a Catholic school, svhool was my sanctuary of being away from a physically and emotionally abusive family.
So this was very odd , but I knew her from previous teasing in the playground which ,I ignored. It must have pissed her off.. So a physical attack became becessary to impress her friends,i guess? I just laid there , not resisting until she noticed I was not struggling to fight her,So she tried to choke harder. This caused e , in my defense,to grab the back of her neck and squeeze, Saw her face turn red, as she was trying harder to crush my windpipe. My squeeze did not affect her it seemed . But tightening the muscles in front my neck stopped her from choking me. Eventually a nun came and got her off me. After I remembered to tighten my neck muscles as before in the crib,I was able to give her a big smile
the entire time she was attempting to strangle me. Cause her efforts were in vain.
But while I was recounting the experience to my husband , my brain went into replay mode..And analytical mode.
As was explaining not wanting my neck touched . As it went back into my history,I recalled smiling at my attacker at that monent in elementary school .And then my brain went deeper to understand why the smile as part of the recall..
Then the connection happened .. From crib time at about 2-3 possibly younger. My oldest brother .Would come into the backroom , bedroom of the kidz, where my crib was. And because I was making alittle noise . gaga googoo type stuff.
He took upon hisself to try to strangle me into unconciousness ..After a few of these epidodes, I started screaming whenever he came around my crib. And if he was alone , he would immediately try to strangle me. Possibly to keep me quiet , not sure if I was being molested or not cause I was trying to breathe. Not very successfully.
Then after no help came while I was being strangled , ( ever) , as a tike , i learned to tighten the muscles in the front of the area of my wind pipe. And if ,I went quiet, eventually he would go away. .And the neck tightening worked.
So the connection came , while I was talking to my late hubby,after he touched my neck .
So that was one of my earliest memories .. And also being fed baby Apple sauce the first time, sweet and easy on the mouth to eat.While being fed by my mom. That caused smiles too.

Probably around 3 years old. I can remember having climbed into a cupboard in the room out back of my mums vegetable shop and closed the door behind me. I stayed in there a while. It was nice.

It's funny i have no memories of our house then, but i have a few from the vegetable shop.

3 seems to be a popular age for this thread

I reckon I was about 3 as well because I'm thinking it was the 1976 heatwave

I was sat in the road with a wooden lolly stick and I was picking out the tarmac

I was wearing a dress with some kind of flowery pattern on it and then I can vaguely remember some kind of drama being made about me getting tarmac on my clothes

My three earliest memories:

1. Someone is carrying me above a baby crib and on the right I can see a row of similar cribs. But it would mean it was the memory from the time when... I was born
2. I'm 10 months old and I'm on the train; mom is showing me the characteristic buildings of Warsaw (the Polish capital city - I lived in the Radom city back then) through the window.
3. I'm one month shy of my third birthday and I want to pick such a long candy decorating our christmas tree - the tree fell and half the glass balls got broken

Once I counted all my memories from the time I was three - there are about 80-90 such memories still dancing in my head. After my third year I was already able to remember everything.

Riding on my dad’s shoulders. We were walking to the beach. I was somewhere between 2 and 3 and very happy.

I can remember climbing on the rails of my cot and getting on top of a cupboard and ended up covered in chocolate

I'm thinking it was around Christmas time because I can't think of why there would be chocolate on top of a cupboard

Also I don't know how old I was to be still in a cot but the bars were pretty useless in any case

i was about 7 years old. i was at a Kmart store, i saw a man lying dead on the floor, like he had just collapsed a bit before i saw him. he was skinny, gray and old, very gray. the lit cigarette he was smoking earlier, was lying on the floor next to his body, still smoking. he was wearing charcoal gray slacks, cordovan penny loafers, gray cardigan sweater over white shirt. he smelled strongly of burnt cigarettes. i had a vague awareness that he was no longer living, but there was no emotion attached to it. then my dad grabbed me and said i didn't want to be looking at that.

When I was a year and a half, my younger brother was born.

I remember going to the hospital and looking through the hospital nursery window at my younger brother.

Sometime later, I was having to spend my time in a play pen and I remember my younger brother being put in there with me. He seemed kind of useless since he just lay there and didn't do anything. Later, as he got older, we would both be lined up looking out of the play pen wanting out.

I also remember my first day of being toilet trained. I couldn't understand why this was happening since everything seemed to be working fine the way it was.

I also remember learning to walk and seeing my parents and my sister (10 years older than me) watching me walk roughly around the living room.

I remember going to the doctor with step throat. My mother didn't have any symptoms but it turned out that she had it and it developed into rheumatic fever and she had to spend a summer in bed.

That's just a few of them. There are more.