Earliest (first) memory?
What's yours?
Was talking to someone the other day about this. I'm not sure how far back you can go, or how the brain/memory works, but I think it's very interesting.
Mine? My Dad was a Marine and stationed in Scotland in 1970-71. I lived their during most of that time and I remember falling down some outside wooden stairs at a house of some friends of my parents.
I took a tumble and I remember the dirt ground rushing up to meet me. I recently asked my Mom about this and she just had this look on her face like "you've got to be kidding me!". She said it was the late spring of 1970. I was born in January 1969, so I must've been around 16 months old, give or take.
Are you able to remember infancy? Anything in that first year? How does that work? From then on, I can remember just about everything: smells trigger certain houses, McCartney's "My Love" pegs an exact car trip we took to Northern Scotland and I remember my dad having a Kodak camera that came stored in a pretty yellow box that I ALWAYS got into and played with (the color, I guess).
What about you?
Was talking to someone the other day about this. I'm not sure how far back you can go, or how the brain/memory works, but I think it's very interesting.
Mine? My Dad was a Marine and stationed in Scotland in 1970-71. I lived their during most of that time and I remember falling down some outside wooden stairs at a house of some friends of my parents.
I took a tumble and I remember the dirt ground rushing up to meet me. I recently asked my Mom about this and she just had this look on her face like "you've got to be kidding me!". She said it was the late spring of 1970. I was born in January 1969, so I must've been around 16 months old, give or take.
Are you able to remember infancy? Anything in that first year? How does that work? From then on, I can remember just about everything: smells trigger certain houses, McCartney's "My Love" pegs an exact car trip we took to Northern Scotland and I remember my dad having a Kodak camera that came stored in a pretty yellow box that I ALWAYS got into and played with (the color, I guess).
What about you?
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I also remember my brother pushing me straight into some thick dark brown shag carpet while I was on my knees playing with a Tonka truck.
Two earliest, barber shop one earlier I think.
About 20 months old, breaking my nose by tripping and falling face first into a doorjamb. *snap* Popped the cartilage right off, my Dad pushed it back into place before the feeling came back.
Yeah, I think those early injuries/accidents must stick with us the most.
Also remember watching spiderman when I was that young and some other faint insignificant memories.
When I was about 2-2.5 my mom married my stepfather and we moved to Indiana. We lived in a trailer park for a short time until they bought a house. I had a "friend" there though at that age just about any kid you can find is your "friend." Well I had this tricycle that I was riding and he had one of those push pedal cars. I thought his car was really fast because...well it had stickers of flames on it.
He ripped off part of one of the stickers and gave it to me. I stuck it on the seat of my tricycle and by two year old reasoning we were now both really fast.
We moved from that trailer park to a house a few months later. I think during the move the tricycler was stored at my grandmother's house and I just forgot about it. We moved back to California when I was 7. Well when I was 20, I got to go back and visit the family in Indiana. I went to a shed at my grandmother's house and there was the trike with the flames on the seat.
On a side note... I still miss fireflys.
Nick
Originally posted by Mac OS X Addict
My first memory is actually kind of wierd. I remember seeing blackness and then light; there is no images or anything. It is just blackness that lasts for a long time, but not that long and then seeing light. I have told this memory to a lot of people and they think that that memory might actually be that of being being born.
Except you were a Ceasarian
anyway, that's a really good question to meditate on.
Right now, in a distracted state, I'd probably say:
my French Aunt asking my if I wanted more bread and jam in paris
Or in france, swimming in a large public pool and my godmother, who I had a crush on (displaced infantile preOedipal eroticism) swimming and catching me
Originally posted by chych
It's hard to tell if it was a dream or not, but I remember when I was 2-3 there was this one weird day... I was running around the place I was living in at the time and by some freak chance, it was raining on half of the place and not the other. I remember stepping in and out of the rain quite clearly and running around through it, but I really wonder if this is even physically possible (I would imagine a rain gradient instead of the discrete change).
Isn't that from an episode of the FLinstones? when they go from Oregon to California . . .
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I wonder how many of you have first memories about television?
anybody?
my first memory:
Some blurry colors and movement !!!
Barto
Originally posted by alcimedes
my first memory was a pair of 4Mb chips that i paid over $80 (each!) for. what a rip off by today's terms.
My first memory was a 4 KO memory that my father bought for a little sharp pocket computer in the early eighteens for approximatively 500 $
More seriously, my first memory was the vision of a surgical blade, while was practiced a caesirian. This memory was so cute that it changed my life
My dad's old car (a Volvo) and his new car (a AMC Ambassador); eating at the Burger Train (where we kids spilled food all over my dad's new car); hearing that some other kid's dad's was in Thailand (this was during the Vietnam war) and thinking how lucky he was because I didn't understand the difference between Thailand and Disneyland; dust storms; going for great walks with my Dad along a railway track that seemed to go straight into the Texas 'desert'; the searing hot dry summers (no air conditioning in our air base housing) and the red, peeling sunburn that always seemed to cover the whole of my friend's back.
Endless days of fun without any real worries.
(and yes i have read communion by whitley strieber.)
My first unofficial memory (because I'm not positive that it's genuine) is from when I was an infant. I think I remember laying face down in my crib (I know, but it was before SIDS was such a big deal) with my head turned out toward the room. I think I remember having my picture taken, or people looking at me, or something. Who knows. \
that happens to me with music. i hear a tune that i associate with another person from long ago, and i can get a ton of memory flash.