The earliest thing I can remember is sitting at the end of a bed. I was 6 months old. After that I remember playing in the front garden of our house. I was 5 years old. Curious to know what yours is. Thanks.
2006-11-23 11:10:04 · 14 answers · asked by RED-CHROME 6 in Social Science ➔ Psychology
"DirtFire 1" -- I am so sorry my question brought that bad memory back. If I could go back in time and smash your grandad's face... I would.
2006-11-23 11:19:38 · update #1
My earliest memory is when I was being born. I did not want to come out.
2006-11-23 11:13:24 · answer #1 · answered by Nancy 6 · 1⤊ 1⤋
When I was eighteen months old, I fell into the fireplace and burned my hand in the hot coals. I don't remember the actual fall, but I remember my mother telling me not to get so close to the fire. She was sitting on a chair bathing my baby sister in a bowl in front of the fireplace.
When I was two, a neighbor boy took me for a walk in a stroller. He showed me the trains that ran behind a wall across the street. I can draw a floor plan of the house we lived in and which we left before I was three.
2006-11-23 19:16:05 · answer #2 · answered by The Gadfly 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
One of my earliest memory was when my brother was born several months. I was 3yo and jealous because he was getting all the attention. My mom put him in the same bed as I was and when I knew she was nowhere in sight I purposely pushed him little by little out of the bed. Later my mom found him under the bed asleep and she has no idea how it happened.
2006-11-23 19:35:41 · answer #3 · answered by anna 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋
My earliest memory was when I was 2, I can remember walking around my daycare and being excited when I got to wash my hands in the big sink.
2006-11-23 19:20:00 · answer #4 · answered by lilguitarchic07 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My earliest memory is from when I was four. My dad and I were going for a walk down the road, and we saw an armadillo trying to burrow under my sister's house. Then we just continued on our way.
2006-11-23 19:15:35 · answer #5 · answered by cyssan 1 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I remember looking through a museum book, and noticing that some of the statues were missing heads and other limbs. I didn't talk very much, I was almost two. One day when my mom came home I asked her why the statues were missing parts. She explained it to me and I made a speech about when I grew up I was going to find their heads. To this day I still want to be an archaeologist.
2006-11-23 19:23:34 · answer #6 · answered by epitome of innocence 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Being eye level to a wrought iron table at age 2 or 3.
2006-11-23 19:22:08 · answer #7 · answered by Dennis Fargo 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Riding around the house on my tricycle (aged 2 and 1/2) and discovering an invisible, hairy monster in our linen cupboard.
2006-11-23 19:14:29 · answer #8 · answered by ang_172 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Not a pleasant one. The smell of Old Spice and Vodka while my grandfather molested me at age 3. I am still nauseated and disgusted by the smell of Old Spice and alcohol of any kind today, especially together.
2006-11-23 19:15:22 · answer #9 · answered by Squirrley Temple 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I remember my mom holding me and I really wanted to see this bird thing on the other side of the room. I was stretching out of her arms, reaching towards it and thinking in my head the words "over there! over there!" But I wasn't even speaking yet so all she got was baby mumbles.
2006-11-23 20:04:48 · answer #10 · answered by Miss Dude 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋