Your earliest clear memory (or memories)

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I remember being really small (I "see" how tall i was in relation to the doorframe), and being chased from the front yard by a bee. I ran inside and the spring door slamed on it and killed it. I felt bad for it.

I remember sitting on the carpet in the living room and thinking how much my dad smelled like the cat. This was probably at three or four years old.

I have no idea which came first... but that's as far back as I can remember. And most of my life is pretty spotty on recall.

Maybe three years old? I remember watching the rain. There was big puddle on the other side of a sliding glass door and bubbles would form from the water coming off the eaves, float around and pop. It was mesmerizing.

Coming home from a forced parental visit with my biological mother to my older brothers playing school Mario on the first ever Nintendo system.

staring at the designs on my bed sheets. i remember those designs vividly. one day we were talking about this with my mother, i described the bed sheets, she said they were crib sized sheets, and i couldn't have been older than 4 months.......cause that's when i moved to a proper baby bed and those sheets wouldn't have fitted. by the way they were marine blue half circles , with the rest of the circle made of stripes that got thinner and thinner towards the edge. i couldn't have made that one up
i also remember watching the glittering of dust in a ray of sunshine......where did those go? i don't see them so much around anymore.....

I was about 2 or 3 years old. I was in the car seat riding in the car with my parents in the middle of a snowstorm. The sky was a solid dark gray color and I couldn't see anything in front of the car except the big, fat snowflakes hitting the windshield. I asked my mom, "Where are we going?" "To the pound," she replied. "To pick out a kitty to take home." ("pound" refers to the animal shelter)

I picked out a black and white cat whom I named Sugar. He was big in comparison to me at the time. I remember feeding him slices of lunch meat from the fridge, and letting him in and out whenever he cried at the door.

I was about one year old when we went on holiday in swiss,
to prove my mother that my memory was true I drew our hotel room, she recognized it

Sitting on a rocking horse at the age of 2 and a half.

Wanting to read a road sign at the same age.

My earliest memory is of being potty trained when I was two.

I remember that, when I had 1 and an half year, I was convinced that 1 1/2 year was less than 1 year.

These mean two things:

1 - That I have memories from 1 1/2 year

2 - That, when I had 1 1/2, I already had no memories of having 1 year.

My earliest memory is when I was 6 months old.

I can remember a terrible storm one night. Mom and Dad laid me on the sectional couch and they were on either side of me. The electric went out and the house was dark. There was lots of lightning. There had been a tornado touch down less than ten miles from our house. I can still remember the flashes of lightning illuminating the living room and the house-shaking thunder. The tornado occurred in April of 1965 at night, and I was born in November of 1964. I was 6 months old. But I remember it.

My earliest memory is me examining an orange frisbee when me and my mom were moving into another house. The move occurred in October of 1990, and I was born in February of 1989. So I was about 20 months old.

Being at a house with lot of kids and toys and it was where my parents always took me to and leave me there. I remember getting my diaper changed on the couch one time and the lady started touching my folded skin down there and I didn't like it. I wasn't even two yet. I also remember at the same time another little girl was chatting away to the day care lady who watched all of us and I was just lying there on the couch and she also had a tub of water with her. I don't know what it was for.

I can remember sitting in a high chair in our kitchen and having the cocker spaniel jump up and pull off the booties I was wearing. I believe this happened daily. I remember also the dining room curtains in this house--frilly, puffy child traps I hated. We moved circa 1952.

Some of my earliest memories are of being asked how old I was, and replying by holding up two silly little fingers and saying "Two years old!" I also have some really fuzzy memories of being carried around. Makes me wonder how old I was, and if I was even able to walk yet. O_O

I remember melting down when I could not reach the door handle and turn it. I don't know how old I was, but watching my daughter (who is just smaller than me) I was around 2.

I remember melting down when my favorite red velvet dress didn't fit. It had pleated, lettuce edged lace that was pretty without being scratchy, and I loved the color and feel of the velvet. I don't know how old I was, but I was shocked how tiny it was seeing it as an adult. At the time, when I tried it on, I feel as though I could remember wearing it, but I have no such recollection now. Perhaps they just told me the dress had once been mine.

The earliest memory we can put a solid date on is my oldest brother's high school graduation. I clearly remember the dress, and having a picture taken of me in it just after struggling to shut the stupid screen door (which was heavy and ALWAYS off it's runners). Pink dotted swiss (I LOVED dotted swiss, but only if the dots were raised...now we know why...LOL!), with two black ribbons down either side of the bodice where they wouldn't itch. I also remember the ceremony, and was able to tell my mom all about the way the local high school did their procession when I had never been to another one. I would turn three two months later.

I remember a time actually when there was darkness and it felt like I was a soul drifting. I did not know how I got there, but I was there, then there was light and I came to existence. I still feel like I am that same person from that same day... I am just equipped with more knowledge about the world I was created to live in for a purpose that will soon be found out... Sometimes, when I lay in bed I think to myself about who I really am, who is that person inside of me? Is she really still the same deep down, even after all of these years of wear and tear, all of these years of

Some people really think I'm crazy and I guess I'm a bit deep... I have always been a deep thinker, even at a young age... (though at young age I was not able to communicate my thoughts as well, I would find myself saying "It's hard to explain or I can't put it into words for you that you will understand..."

They do think I'm crazy, but I almost have a photographic memory... I can remember many scenes from my childhood, I have many flashbacks... like when I was 10 months and my mother was pregnant with my brother and how she told me I would be an older sister. How loud my brother was whenhe was born and how I hid. When I first moved back when I was two years old and stayed in a condo with that tulip flag that waved in the wind and how mushrooms popped up in the spring time in the woods behind it. I remember the funky smell of the condo... There are so much more memories, but there are too many to list...