What is your first remembrance of?

Question

Soda pop?
haircut?
solid food?
school?
beer?
Pizza?
crush?

Answer 1

When I was 2.5 years old we lived in an apartment while our house was being built. I very clearly remember the red and black patterend carpet that was in the hallway to the laundry room. Now your list:
Soda pop? ??????
haircut? when I was 5 my Mom put me in my little brother high chair and chopped away
solid food? my first McDonald's hamburger on my 5th birthday
school? the boys chasing a little red head girl around the playground at recess
beer? when I was 5 the neighbor guy gave me my first swig...& I liked it!!
Pizza? a dingy little pizza place when I was 8 that is still open today and is still quite dingy
crush? kindergarten, his name was Frankie & he thought he was the Fonz (that kinda dates me doesn't it?)

Answer 2

Soda pop?- nothing
haircut?- my first was when I was 12 and my hair was down to my knees, a fam. friend was a hairstylist and he cut my thick braid off- my mom kept it.
solid food?- nothing
school?- when I was in kindergarten and I did not want to dip my bare foot in white paint for a calendar project, I cried.
beer?- whan I was like 9 or 10 my dad let me drink a beer with him in front of his friend. it was a 24 oz. i pretty much downed the whole thing!, no- I am not an alcoholic now.
Pizza?- school pizza.
crush? - zack- from "saved by the bell".

Answer 3

When I was twenty months old I remember getting out of my bed to ask for a drink of water and my mom was sitting at the kitchen table crying because of the mice. Great question.

Answer 4

My first real memory is when I was almost 4 years old and it was the day that J.F.K. was shot. I remember my family crying and my sister and I had not idea what was going on. I had never seen so many people crying. Everywhere we went that day, everybody was crying.

Answer 5

When I was a little kid I went to San Francisco and watched a giants game

Answer 6

When I was 3, I remember throwing pennies into a well with my Father.

Answer 7

i was about 3 or 4, and my dad and his cousin went fishing. when they got back, they were both drunk, you could smell the beer on them from several feet away. then my dad's cousin picked me up by my ankles and held me over the ice chest that was full of live crabs. i was not amused.