Adults: What are your earliest memories?

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I remember playing with the horses at my mom's old friend's place. He lives out in the countryside in Nebraska and I used to love going there. That was when I was about 2 or 3.

I remember getting a SHOT at the doctor when I was I think 3 years old. I'm petrified of needles and was wondering why the heck my mom wasn't protecting me!

I remember all the bad things my teachers did to me, starting when I was in preschool. When I was in kindergarden, I remember one day (I vaguely remember the date being 1995) sitting in class when the teacher was going through the "morning routine," and resolving that that day foreward, I would remember all my teachers' names, major life events, what my life was like any given year, etc. For the most part, I stuck to it.

My first memory is from when I was 1 and a half. I was hanging onto some posts that held up a railing for a set of stairs, as I was going up and down them sideways.

I can remember as far back as I opened my eyes (not exactly the day when I first opened it), so that's probably on or a little bit before I turned 1 yr old. I pretty much remember my crib, the toys hanging on top, my pillows, and that cloth they put in your hands so you won't suck your fingers.

It's few, because I slept a lot (obviously) :p Most of what I remember were when I first stood up, crawled, walked, how my parents were so happy when I first walked on my own and when I first spoke.

I gained access to those memories only a few years ago, I think I was 27 then (I'm 30 now), slowly I remember "new" things of my early years. Is it normal? I have no idea - because "experts" say that we lose more memories as we grow up. But recently I also read how we do actually remember more long-term memories as we grow old.

Is it related to AS? Probably not. It's more about our long-term memory, how good our brain can retain memories, how much neurons our brain used to store each memory. Less neurons, less possibility of a memory being stored securely, much less turning into an LTM. Not to mention, we also have DNA memories, usually people mistake as their "past lives".

If you don't remember your early years in the world, it's fine. I doubt it means anything. I never expected to remember mine myself.

Well this is kind of the opposite of what I was expecting, but it's really fascinating! Lots of real life examples of how differently children see the world and events at that stage of our lives. Great stuff. And jcsesecuneta, now that I think about it, I do remember more than I used to. Maybe it just takes time.

My first memories are from when I was in the hospital with croup as an infant, around six months old.
My next ones are from my second birthday party, where I shot my chubby little arm out, grabbed a chunk of birthday cake, and flung it across the room.

I have vivid memories of wearing nappies, learning to walk, and of our rabbit, it's hutch and it being let out into the grass by the hutch. I'm told by my mother, who keeps a diary, that our rabbit died just before my first birthday.

The only thing I remember was when I was three. I was sitting in a movie theatre with my mother. (There may have been other siblings there but I don't remember). Anyway, the movie was "Nutty Professor" with Jerry Lewis. I remember running out of the theatre SCREAMING when Jerry took a potion which VIOLENTLY changes him. I didn't stick around to see the actual change. Too traumatizing!

Getting jumped in first grade by a bunch of thugs that lead me to becoming a thug.

when i was about 4 or so, i remember seeing one of my older sister's school textbooks open, and on a page full of mysterious symbols [letters and words] one mysterious word stuck out at me for some reason, it was only 4 letters long but it was full of awesome mystery to me, so i asked my sister, "what is that word?" and she replied, it's JUST." and i remember going, "JUST? Hmmmmmm...." then then

I think my earliest memory might be a crazy random artifact memory. I think it is from infancy or near there. I was being held on the shoulder of a day care woman, I think. All I remember for sure is looking out a window into terrible rain, seeing a human figure, and thinking/hoping that it was my mother. It's a very tired feeling memory. I think I was napping or getting ready to nap. I suppose it could also have been my grandmother holding me. I know she babysat me a lot as an infant.

My father rocking me in a rocking chair late at night. I was probably sick or had fever and couldn't sleep. I was probably 2 or 3... Had pneumonia at 3/4
Still remember the blinds of the windows and the moonlight shining through...

I remember certain stories from when I was 2.

My earliest clear visual memory is from what I think must have been the summer I was 4. My mom took me to the school I would be starting kindergarten at, and they had a huge playground. I remember playing alone on the playground, going over one of those suspended bridges in particular, back and forth, over and over.

My earliest patchy memory is what would have been the daycare I went to as a toddler. Maybe 3 years old. I remember singing the goodbye song. I remember not wanting to play with anyone, preferring to be alone. I remember the other kids as if they were strangers - I'd imagine I'd seen them several times a week at daycare, but they were like some other species to me. I don't think I realized I was one of them.

I have a few snapshot memories from a house we moved from before I turned 3, so 2 years old would be my earliest.

They're pretty random. Dog taking a pee on stack of firewood. A wooden plane the neighbour kids made for me. Mom standing and looking out the window on a sunny day. Dad jumping down out of a tree to startle me. My aunt arriving for a visit, smiling and waving. A new bed, a bunk bed for me, being delivered. A sense of terror in bed at night. I think that's it, they're just brief disconnected snapshots, some of which were obviously meaningful at the time, others not so much (like the dog peeing on woodpile).