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Lifer
Oct 14, 2015
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Sunny Cornwall, UK.
I remember reading once of some woman who claimed she could remember being born :oops:. I'm afraid I find that somewhat hard to believe.

My own earliest memory is not nearly as exciting but it's all I have. I would have been about 4 or maybe 5 years old and with my parents, and presumably my two older sisters. We were on a railway bridge somewhere and I was lifted up by one of my parents to see the train (steam trains back then) coming towards the bridge then going under it, whistling as it went. I was then promptly turned around to se the train chuffing along on its journey into the distance.

So folks, what wonderful life events do you recall as your first memories?

Regards,

Jay.
 
Dec 3, 2021
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Pennsylvania & New York
My earliest memory is from when I was maybe three years old? There are fragmented visuals in my mind. For years, I thought we were visiting a neighbour, possibly just around the corner, but now that I think about it, it’s more likely somebody was visiting us. I was squatting, pooping into a porcelain coated metal basin and I tipped over, making a mess. I remember my mom had to vacuum it up (this is the thing that makes me think we might’ve been home, but maybe we weren’t).
 

scloyd

Lifer
May 23, 2018
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When I was four (1963), I remember getting a spanking on my bare bottom at nursery school (pre-school). I was standing in front of a toilet when the teacher spanked me. I don't know why, I probably had an accident in my pants.

I have other faint memories from around that age, but the spanking sticks out in my mind.
 

bluegrassbrian

Your Mom's Favorite Pipe Smoker
Aug 27, 2016
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Louisville
I've thought about this before, and best I can tell, earliest I can go is actually a memory of having a nightmare - waking up crying- and being consoled by mom. I was still in a baby bed - the kind with the wooden jail bar slats.

In the dream there was a big fish in the bed with me and it was eating my blanket.
My dad, being the sportsman he is, had a couple taxidermied bass hanging on a wall. I suspect those are what influenced the dream.
 

BarrelProof

Lifer
Mar 29, 2020
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The Last Frontier
Pretty tough to nail down, but I’m pretty sure it was several weeks ago. We had ribeyes and a nice salad. It’s anyone’s guess as to what happened up until that point.

Jokes aside, I can remember things from when I was 2. I had a babysitter that used to paint with oil paint and feed me bologna sandwiches. My mom almost shit herself when I told her.
 

Briar Lee

Lifer
Sep 4, 2021
5,038
14,526
Humansville Missouri
I remember reading once of some woman who claimed she could remember being born :oops:. I'm afraid I find that somewhat hard to believe.

My own earliest memory is not nearly as exciting but it's all I have. I would have been about 4 or maybe 5 years old and with my parents, and presumably my two older sisters. We were on a railway bridge somewhere and I was lifted up by one of my parents to see the train (steam trains back then) coming towards the bridge then going under it, whistling as it went. I was then promptly turned around to se the train chuffing along on its journey into the distance.

So folks, what wonderful life events do you recall as your first memories?

Regards,

Jay.

I was born in April 1958 and that Christmas my father’s extremely beautiful cousin Wanda, who was married to a banker, bought me a battery powered toy police car, that would sound a siren and flash lights and run across the living room floor, and when it hit a wall, it would reverse. That toy car is my first memory I can date, and remember vividly.

But before that, in September 1958 my mother taught school at Stockton, and I can remember my father’s mother I called Mammy taking me out about 3:30 during the day, and holding me high up, to watch Mama in her shiny 1955 Ford come up the road from my home, to fetch me. I don’t know exactly when I began to remember Mammy babysitting me, but she died when I was not quite two, and I’d know her if she walked through the door.

Never assume a child won’t remember, being loved and wanted.

Mammy held me up, right here.

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