what is your earliest childhood memory?

Question

how old were you, and what were you doing?

My earliest memory is not pleasant, i ran out of our flat and went outside with no shoes on and trod on a sewing machine needle!
I remember it being removed by a doctor and how i wanted a zig-zag bandage that went all the way up my leg! (yes i was a weird kid!) I believe i was no older than 3 when this happened.

I remember lots from when i was small- do you?

Answer 1

Playing in my grandparents garden, i loved to collect old bones and clean them- a little macabre i know- but im pretty sure is was from animals, sooo... why not! Then i played that i had discovered an old indian reservation and that all the treasures would be mine (i just had to find them)! I never did, but now the memory is a treasure deep down in me.

Love from Annlie.

Answer 2

My earliest memory is from when i was three years old. My dad had two other children but at the time i didnt know this. I remember looking over a small white lace crib at a small adorable baby. I later found out that this baby was my younger sister.

Answer 3

Your story is kind of strange because it is close to my first memory!!I was six years old and I went out with a friend of mine and we played a game.The game was to see who could break the most glass bottles by jumping on them first.Before we could declare a winner I jumped on a bottle and it broke through my shoes and cut my foot.I had stitches and everything.Today I still have the scar and when I bump my foot on the spot where it happened it still hurts like there is a piece of glass still there even though that was over 20 years ago.

Answer 4

I remember blowing raspberries on my mum's stomach when she was pregnant with my sister, i was 3 then.

But my second earliest memory and fave is the day my sister was born (i was 3 and a half) not because i got a sibling but because it was the first time i EVER had a Pez sweet dispenser!!!

Answer 5

it is confusing to maintain long-term thoughts formerly the age of three. the belief of time to a newborn differs from that of an person. My earliest reminiscence is while i replaced into 4 years old, and that i replaced into strolling interior the lake on the community park. A stranger grabbed me and took me to the police station the place I performed Mr. Potato Head and ate donuts until eventually my mom freaked out and picked me up.

Answer 6

I remember a lot of things from my childhood. The first or earliest thing I remember is my mom giving me a bath getting me ready for midnight MASS. (Christmas) I complained about a bad belly ache telling my mom I didn't want to go to church. She thought I was trying to just get out of church. So she told me she was taking me to the hospital and I had better be sick or I'd get the beating of my life. The hospital admitted me for my appendix removal. It had or was ready to burst. There are really a lot of things I do remember.

Answer 7

Waking up and not being able to find my mum. The door had slammed behind her when she was putting the milk bottles out and she had banged the door but my brother and I had not woken up. She was waiting for some keys to be sent in a taxi (my dad worked nights). I was hysterical and still remember that I looked in the fridge and the cutlery drawer for her?! ( I was 4).
I also ran out in to the street to look for her and my mum caught me running up the road.

Answer 8

I remember almost going under a bus and getting killed because I saw my imaginary friend Archie run across the road, Archie was a huge German Sheppard dog, I took him everywhere, no one was allowed to touch him or stroke him and if I was on the bus no one was allowed to sit next to me in case he got squashed by them, I'd be between 2 and 3 when that happened and I remember it well because apart from almost been killed I got the biggest slap of my life off my mom.

Answer 9

Watching a Scout troop pull branches from a tree at the end of our garden. I was in my pram. About 18 months to 2 years I think.

Answer 10

I was still a babe in a high chair having dinner with extended family at my Grandmother's house, I loved grapes. Well, I saw this dish of big dark grapes and reached out and took one of those sweet looking berries, bit into it expecting sweet grape flavor. I puked all over my highchair tray and the family table in front of everyone. It wasn't a grape, it was a big nasty olive! I've never eaten an olive since!