DH says he has memories from when he was 2. This seems impossible to me, but I have a horrible memory anyway and might be lucky if I could remember anything from when I was 5.
I honestly have no idea what my earliest memory is.
I have no idea. I used to think I could remember stuff from 3ish... now I don't know. My memory is awful.
Though after the shocking "when should my kid wipe is own butt thread" (shocking for someone without kids), I'm feeling pretty thankful I have a terrible memory now. My parents wiping my butt is not something I want to remember!
I got very sick with the stomach flu. My mom brought me downstairs and had me sit and wait on the stairs. I remember her and my dad talking and deciding to take me to the hospital.
Two. I remember my parents taking me to see peacocks. I don't remember specifics like where we were or who else was with us though. I remember telling my mom about this a few years ago and she verified that was a real memory and not something crazy I had made up in my head.
Post by CajunShrimp on May 9, 2014 12:17:14 GMT -5
Being wheeled off for surgery when I was 3. My memories match up almost exactly with what my mom says happens (she was with the gurney until it went into the OR).
this is my earliest memory too. I was about the same age and vividly remember being upset because my mom was not there and was told my baby brother was coming home soon.
About 2.5, I remember listening to my sister's heartbeat at one of my mom's prenatal check ups (heart)
And actually, all of my early memories from that age are about my mom's pregnancy and my sister- talking to her through my mom's navel, picking out a stuffed animal to take to her, my dad picking me up the morning after she was born and taking me out for breakfast (I had hotcakes at McDonald's) on the way to the hospital to meet her.
When I was between 2-3 I hit my head on the nightstand and split my head open. I don't remember that part but it was too close to my eye to use any numbing stuff.
I remember them putting the blue paper with the hole in it and stitching it up. It hurt a LOT.
I remember when we got our cat. Vivid visual memories. My sister leaning over my bed to wake me up and tell me about him, watching him eat food and tease the dog through the sliding glass door in the kitchen. I was two.
I have vague memories of my dog that ran away when I was like 3 and the house we lived in then, and we moved when I was younger than 4, I want to say. Definitely before pre-k, because I was in another state for that.
Earliest memory 3 but it's a flashbulb memory. I was upset because my brothers were spending the night with our grandparents and I wasn't.
solid stretch of real memories 4, I have really clear memories of church preschool as a 4 yr old, playing at my friend's house where I stayed afterwards, walking our dog around the neighborhood with my brother and so on.
I was 3 and it was when I saw my dad crying for the first time. It was when my grandfather passed away. He had to fly to the funeral in another state and was saying goodbye to me and while he was hugging me he was hiccup crying so hard. I'll never forget that embrace.
Post by thatgirl2478 on May 9, 2014 12:42:59 GMT -5
Probably around 4 - I remember being at the sitter who lived across the street - she had a RIDICULOUSLY old bulldog named Buttons and she had one of those Sesame Street pop up toys (where you turn a dial & Ernie pops up, or push a button and Bert pops up, etc). I liked her because she was very grandmotherly and I didn't really know my grandparents. As I grew up I would still stop by her house to chat on my way home from school.
After kindergarten we were in a series of after school daycares - one where we had to stay in this woman's basement & watch her soap operas, eat PB&J with plain ruffles (oh the humanity!!) and nap, one that I really liked because they actually taught you stuff & when the weather was too bad to play out side you got to use the square wheeled 'scooters' in the gym, another one that I hated because I was constantly made fun of and a 3rd center where someone would always poop in the playhouse in the back play area so it was always off limits.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
and a 3rd center where someone would always poop in the playhouse in the back play area so it was always off limits.
I went to a daycare with a ghost pooper that would go in our playhouse too. Where are you from? LOL
Although, now that I think about it, my DD would ALWAYS have to go poop when she got into her playhouse at home. She would even poop in the playhouse in the waiting room of her pediatrician. Its where she was able to hide and sqat without anyone seeing her. It must be pretty common.