What's the first memory you've ever had? How old were you?
Mine is of being born. I guess I was age none. (Before that all I remember was muffled voices- one male and one female, and sometimes a few other quieter ones or some music or dishes clattering or doors opening and closing. I know, crazy huh? I've always had a very exact memory...)
So anyway, I remember floating around and kicking and stuff. It was warm and dark. Then all the sudden, there's like this WHOOSH noise and it gets all cramped in there! Like I was getting squeezed... The squeezing went on and on and just kept getting worse! Then the car noise, and a lot of louder talking and beeps and a man's voice saying "puush!" and stuff. Soon my head was almost crushed in half and being pulled on, then the squeezing was over and it was cold but not cramped. I couldn't breathe at all but someone hit me on the back and I was kinda pissed about the whole situation, all these bright lights, cold air and moving silhouettes and getting tossed about and poked with fingers and cold metal things.
All I know is it was a lot more comfy in there. Out here can't compare.
LOL Of course I don't remember being born. That was just to bait the fellas who troll me and attack every question I ask. How can anyone even be that stupid to believe that is beyond me, then to try to dissect it like it is their job and I am a fool? Well, there's more than one way to be a fool... turning a fun story sharing time into a scientific lecture about the significance of the frontal lobe in storing memory is one of them. I'm not here to interact with self-righteous condescending tools.
My real first memory was of being bathed in a sink the size of a turkey platter. I was probably 10 months. Somehow I do remember my cousins giggling and saying, "Look how small his penis is!" hahahha. And NO girls, I don't still take baths in the sink. :D
I have lots of memories of my Dad coming home and drinking beer. He brought me a lego police car when I was three. Then he punched my brother in the face at the dinner table, broke his glasses cut his eye and everything changed inside me. :(
i have many memories when I was young, like I was lost somewhere, someone took me and went to officer in the next village holding my bottled milk, broadcast in radio, ride a firetruck that day and look if I could remember our house which I didn't so we went back to the fire station, I've seen my parents and siblings walking hand in hand when they saw me. lol!
i always falling every time when the fan is on, I was so thin that's why the air can easily push me and fall.lol
i don't like riding at the back of the car when my father go up the hill, its like I'm riding in a roller coaster..lol
I love "deadmau5 feat. Kaskade - I Remember", so beautiful.
Hmm, my first memory must be one day when my dad was trying to teach my mom how to drive (of course this is super illegal and dangerous), but I was in the car with them, and I remember we driving down a hill and me laughing (as a baby), because it tickled in my stomach. Haha :)
mine is actually quite sad I was 2 years my brother was 4 and we were hugging each other has we witness my parents fighting really bad, things were being trowed awfull yelling screaming, I think they even got physical at one point, my mom has a scar in her neck I'm pretty sure it was made that day. Anyways I didn't speak but I remeber wanting them to stop and crying a lot ( my brother wasn't crying he was petrified)
I spent the first 3 years of my life in and out of hospital, so most of my memories are of needles, different nurses, a strong smell of old people and disinfectant. Corriders that where never ending and even though they looked empty they sounded busy. So many different noises.
I don't remember in the sense of watching a movie, but I remember the scents, sounds and feelings that accompanied them. Even now I can be randomly doing something and a sound, smell or texture of something brings back everything I felt while I was in hospital.
Its weird how the memories work differently for everyone, but its also something I love.
The one I remember the most was when I was about 5 years old I'm guessing, and I used to throw my toys outside my apartment window where we were living at during the time hitting peoples cars. Was pretty fun until I got in trouble for it lol. Also there was an incident where my mom bought a box of yummy white powdered donuts and I remember her mentioning to wait and eat them. I disobeyed, of course, it's my nature..aha and I ended up eating them and my mom ended up asking me and brother who had eaten them and I said I hadn't, unknowingly being aware of the fact that I had white powder evidence on my mouth. I think I got spanked for that after that. Lol f*** how much I wish I could go back in time.
I was 5 years old wearing a dark pink dress ,it was a sunny day I was playing in front garden a black cockroach walked by me I picked it up ate half of it then went into the house and gave the other half to gramma
You probably don't ACTUALLY remember being born. Most people have a few false childhood memories, and I'd bet money that's what you're experiencing. Memories before the age of 3 or 4 usually aren't real memories.
I don't really have one specific earliest memory. I can remember living in my grandma's house in Oklahoma when I was 3. I remember my old mermaid dolls I'd play with, and watching Sesame Street. My older cousin lived next door, and she'd come over sometimes. She'd pick me up and swing me around, and I remember that was a lot of fun. I remember how hearing the train go by late at night used to scare me. That's as far back as my memory goes.
Going to Kindergarden and my teacher Ms.Lewis. Also, dreaming that my parents ran over a raccoon and explaining he'll never see his family again. I thought it was a dream but my parents swear I was dreaming. I was 5 and 4 at the time
I was under the impression that humans were not able to remember their birth or early childhood due to their lack of cognitive ability. My very first childhood memory was when I was first able to form thoughts in my head. I was playing with my younger brother (I was 4, he was 3) and I exclaimed "Look! Look! I can count with my eyes!" -Demonstrates- I was astounded. All "memories" I have prior to that were people describing things to me and my brain formed a fictional "cutscene" to go along with it
the earliest memories I have are sitting on the floor listening to my parents records, I did that everyday for hours on end. I remember a lot of things with my father, I went everywhere with him, sometimes even where he worked at the time. I remember in kindergarden or first grade I had a toy car that I liked and I took it to school and some f***head kid stole it from me >:O but that taught me a valuable lesson about keeping the things you like at home instead of bringing them with you everywhere.
Well, it's one of three possibilities, I don't know the chronological order.
1. Getting a splinter from the fence behind our apartment, which sucked, and my mom digging it out with a sewing needle, which REALLY sucked.
2. My first Halloween and trick or treating. I was a black cat. Total chick costume. Thanks, mom.
3. Eating Trix cereal and watching TV when a Trix commercial came on. I was mad at the kids for not letting the rabbit have any cereal, and I wanted so badly to give him some of mine. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE THE RABBIT SOME CEREAL, A$$HOLES?!?!?!?
All of these were when I was two years old, because we only lived in that neighborhood that one year.
Mine is from when I was 4, May 2000. We were at my preschool having a field day and I was playing outside in the morning with a bunch of water sprinkles and squirt guns. The is actually a picture of me during that day on the refrigerator. I was cold from the water and shivering, and in the photo it shows me squinting and holding my arms close to me, to keep warm.
Other than that I have no earlier memories, I don't actually remember that much about my childhood, thankfully.
I was on a race with my other quadrobillions brothers swimming. Yeah, it was a very hard race, but in the end I won and got the chance to make out with a big fat round girl. Luckily my taste in women has changed since then.
I was in a room (the smallest bedroom at my old house), and there was a white gate with vertical bars at the door. I walked towards it (or crawled) and put my hands on top of it, put my feet on the bars and tried to climb over. I couldn't and was a bit put out, and thought to myself, if only it had horizontal bars, then my feet would be able to help my push up (in a baby thinking way). I tried to think if there was a way I could get my gate to do something like that, tried clombing over again and then gave up.