What is your oldest memory?

Question

I remember lying in bed with my mom waiting for my dad to come home from work

Answer 1

i was riding in an ambulance for taking too much of some old ladys heart pills..... some old friend of my mothers left them laying out... (i was 2)

Answer 2

It's not a fond one. I'd rather focus on a more positve one, slightly more recent, and that is my brother's arrival in the early morning of Christmas 1965 when he returned home from the airforce to spend that day with us. I was about 8 or 9 at the time. Vancouver, BC experienced one of it's rare White Christmases. I lived in an old quarter of the city where the old-fashioned style street lamps still lit the sleepy and quiet neighbourhoods. The standard concrete pillar lights that stood about 15' high and had the same box-enclosed lights that shed a romantic light throughout the street. Snow was falling heavilyy. My older sister in the bed next to me was standing at the lead-pane glass window at about 04:00 and for some strange reason I also woke up and saw her standing there.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"It's SNOWING!" she replied. And then just a minute later, "There's a car pulling up infront of our house". I jumped out of bed to join her. It was a taxi and a man dressed in a long over-coat and military-style hat stepped out. She said "It's Johnny. He made it after all." I raced down the steps before anyone else, opened the heavy front door and ran out into the snow in my bare-feet and pajamas and leapt into his arms. I was just a little kid. I had no idea the lengths he'd gone to to get home in time for Christmas. It had been an 18-hour flight in the glass cage of some fighter A/C. As flight-weary as he was and I can only imagine now how tired he must have been, he swept me up in his arms and carried me back into the house. I was so stupid. I proclaimed I wanted "Christmas" right then and there ... the presents and the stockings and the greed. My mother nicely pointed out that my brother needed rest before Christmas Day began. But ya know what the guy did. He said, "It's okay, Mom. We should have it right now because I wanna get a good 12 hours sleep as soon as I can." So, we had our Christmas. And I felt awful about it as I saw just how dragged out my brother was from his journey. Since then, I've put no big deal on Christmas. I'd rather it was just like any other day, without the presents and the whole nine-yards. If I have family around me at all, that's the greatest gift I want.

Aaaa ... a Christmas story ... at the end of June? It's not a Christmas story. It's just an old and fond memory.

Answer 3

I remember being buckled into my car seat after a day at creche. I remember my friend from creche too. My dad doesn't think that I can remember that far back, as I was only about 18 months old, but I remember it so clearly, right down to what the building looked like and the car that my dad owned at the time.

Answer 4

I was 6 months old and on a train with a tummy ache.
A much later one when I was about 3, my dad was an agricultural engineer working on some farm equipment raised up on the back of a tractor. I was in the tractor and pulled a lever and the thing raised up dropped on my dad's foot. He was hopping around in agony going "oooh, oooh" and I was laughing my head off in hysterics thinking it all looked comical.
I don't remember too much after that - maybe my brain blocked it out - lmao. No, my dad understands innocence, even if it was me!

Answer 5

The day my mother died.I was five years old.I was on the way to see a movie with my favorite aunt,when she suddenly got a phone call.We got in the car and drove past the movie theater.I questioned her,and she wouldn't speak to me.I kept trying to talk to her,and she told me to shut up.We drove in silence,as I was scared,because she'd never talked to me harshly.We arrived at my grandmother's house,and many relatives were gathered and crying.My aunt led me to a back room and told me to wait.In entered my aunt,an uncle,my grandmother,and my dad.They told me that there was an accident,and that my mother was dead.She had gone for a job interview and sat down outside the building,reading some paperwork,and twirling her keys,when the keys fell in the railroad track located close to where she was.A witness said she reached for the keys,her foot got caught in the track,and a train came with no warning,and ran her over.The coroner said the train killed her.I had no idea what dealth was,but just knew that she wasn't coming back.Now I'm 32.

Answer 6

Feb 9th 1964. I was 2, and watched the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show. I have been obsessed with them ever since!

Answer 7

Tonsils removed like when I was 3 or 4

Answer 8

I was about 6 months old (I figure this because a tree's flowers were in bloom during that time). I was under the tree in my baby carrier and my parents were talking to my neighbors who just walked by to chat.

Answer 9

I remember sitting at my friends house watching her T.V. we were watching Sesame Street and Big Bird was talking to Oscar and I remember thinking I'll never forget this day,, I was such a simple kid!!! I was 5

Answer 10

when my parents put me on this slide, it was huge! it was seriously a very logn slide, about 45 feet long, and they put me on it when i was 1 year and 5 months. and i can honestly remember a tiny second of it going down the slide crying my eyes out cuz i was so scared. i am 20 now.

Answer 11

When I went to disney world for the first time when I was 3.