Two and a half. I fell off a bike and bashed my head on a rock. I remember that I was wearing a blue and white checkered sundress with a daisy on it, and the neighbor's mother carried me back to my house with a dishtowel on my head. I remember being strapped down and watching the needles going into my head. I ended up with over 60 some stitches, and I have a scar on my forehead.
But then not until 4ish. I remember nursery school - whatever age that was back then. It was at a church and I remember playing in the playground by a cemetery. And some of the inside of the building. And singing the song grey squirrel while chasing them.
3ish. I remember the fear I felt when my dad tried to teach me how to swim in the deep end. I sank under the water and could see my mom on the edge of the pool yelling at my dad and not being able to get to the surface. Ugh! Stinks that my earliest memory is of being terrified.
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.
LOL - Central IL - that center was in Champaign IL
I have snippets of views or items but I think they're things from pictures if that makes sense. The oldest things I can remember doing are from a family vacation in Puerto Rico when I was 6. I have a terrible memory in general.
I remember when this picture was taken and what was going on. That's my dad and I'm sitting with him. The baby is a little boy named Dustin. We were watching Dustin overnight for my parent's friends who were out of town. There was a big storm with thunder and my dad was sitting with us trying to calm the baby. I was 2.5 years old here.
I also remember playing with these pom-poms with my cousin Michelle, I'm on the left and I was 3.5 here.
Post by sapphireblue on May 9, 2014 13:52:13 GMT -5
I swear, my earliest memory is from when I was 9 1/2 months old. This was confirmed because I had this memory always, but could not figure out what it would have been from. I described it to my parents when I was older, like maybe 10 years old. I said I was sitting in the back seat of my grandparents' car, but in the center, and they kept turning around and talking to me (I couldn't understand them though) and then we went into a sort of back alley, and my mother was there in a second floor window and she leaned out of it and was waving at me.
They were all shocked when I described it so accurately. I didn't know what the event was but they said that with the details I provided, they knew exactly when that was.
I was adopted, and my brother was born when I was 9 1/2 months old. My mom was in the hospital with my new brother and my grandparents were taking care of me. The hospital wouldn't allow a child my age in so my grandparents drove me to the back alley of the hospital and my mother leaned out the window to say hello to me. I even remembered that there were things swinging in my face--they said that was because I had this cute little baby hat with little fish that hung off of it.
My first real memory is attending a birthday party of a childcare friend when I was three. I was at his house and he was throwing a fit because he didn't want to give us (the party guests) stickers. His older brother (by at least 10 years) had to calm him.
My other memories from that age involve preschool. I made a book about whales and painted at an easel. I also went to play at the preschool teacher's house once because I was friends with her daughter. They had an upstairs which I thought was super cool because my house was all one story. That same friend came to play at my house once and we played with legos.
I have about three memories that I would swear are from before I could walk (so around 1), but the memories I am sure of I was no more than 2 and a half (in the house we lived in until I was that age). This wasn't verified to me until a couple of years ago, when that house went up for sale and I went with my parents to visit the open house. I had thought some of the memories I had took place in my grandparent's house before it was renovated in recent years.
I have TONS of memories of the house that we moved to, that we lived in until I was 5.
2yrs old. I was supposed to be going down for a nap and I was making my grandfather tell me stories. I can vividly remember standing up in the crib and my grandfather sitting on the edge of the bed talking to me.
My next one after that is my parents telling me that my mom was pregnant. I was 3. We were eating dinner and I can remember what I was eating and how my mom was wearing her hair.
Post by blueshirt2003 on May 9, 2014 15:56:49 GMT -5
When I was 4 I remember stepping in and falling on dog poo in our house on wooden floors. I vaguely remember sleeping in a laundry basket for fun at 4.
I remember my mom watching soaps and folding laundry in our first house. I remember the curtains on the sliding door flowing in the breeze. I was somewhere around 3/4 when we moved from that house. I also remember flushing things down the toilet like hair clips at the new house. These are the memories I trust because they were not part of the "when you were little" stories I heard a lot.
I love that I remember how I felt at 5 and 6 with Daisy being that age now. I remember the world I created with little people and barbies. I remember my crushes in elementary school and how unformed and hazy the idea of kissing was. It was just so innocent. I really hope to relive each age as my daughters pass through it. It helps to connect with them.
My first real memory is from when I was 3 (just a couple weeks before my 4th birthday). It is traumatic (accident and having to get stitches) which is why I think I remembered. I have very vague memories from before that but I don't know if they are actually memories or just lingering impressions from stories/pictures.
My brother claims his first memory is going to see me in the hospital the day I was born. He is 27 months older then me, so I think 2 is possible.