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this is my first thread, hope it goes down well :)

What is your earliest memory?

Mine was at my first birthday party. I have it on video and one day remembered something when i heard somebody say "where's your daddy?" i remember then that i was looking at a doorway off shot that another one of the other mothers came through, i looked at her and said in my head "gone to toilet"

What is your first memory and when was it from?

My earliest memory is when I was in my great grandma's house (or trailer, whatever it was). I was very young. I remember a porcelain doll. I think I wanted it. It's hard to remember... I also remember being in our car at the side of the road after being in an accident or something.... It was night. And also I remember (Kindergarten) someone throwing up on the teddy bears we were assigned to (paper teddy bears that were taped to the floor).

well...one is of when I was 2 :s...
I was pulling things off the Christmas tree

the other is kinda sad...
One's of me calling for my mom standing in my crib while my father was screaming at me...i was three

Steele that's kinda mean on you *gives you a hug*

yeah it actually really bothers me when I think about it...

:(
well try not to think about it. think of something nicer :) or kinkier :D

I was 3 or 4, and playing in the nieghborhood. Yes, back in the day, little kids played with little supervision. Anyway, I was barefoot and, like a dumbass, climbing a chainlink fence. I cut my chest, right dead center, on the barb at the top. On the way down, I sliced open my foot on an oystershell. I still have the scars, although the one on my chest has moved to the left a bit. heheh

without supervision *sighs* sometimes i wish we could just go back to that kind of mentality :( seems a shame that our kids can't enjoy their own childhoods because of morons who ruin things. but damn Jason THAT SOUNDED PAINFUL!!! but what the hell was an oystershell doing there? fate's insult to injury?

Well, you grow up in the deep south, you're going to step on a few oystershells. LOL Never heard of a shell driveway? City boy!!!

my first memory was when i was apparently 2 years old.

when my uncle left Cuba to come to America....him and I were real close, he used to play with me all the time and take me everywhere and buy me candy etc...
well he was coming to the US and to break it down to me the night he was leaving, we were playing hide and seek on the porch of my house, i would hide behind the columns and he'd pretend he was looking for me or vise versa, only i used to find him all the time...lol figures.
anyway, i remember i ran to his arms and he caught me and threw me in the air and then caught me again and huggged me for a long time, then kissed my cheek and started crying. then told me he was going to go on a trip and i wasnt going to see him for a very long time, then i started crying too...and when he put me down to leave i hugged his legs and wouldn't let go...my mom and dad and my grandma had to grab me so he could leave... this memory has stuck with me every since....i dream about it, at times others it seems like yesterday anbd very real....
well now that im in the US, my uncle and i dont speak...he doesnt want to hear from my family or me...its kind of sad because i wonder sometimes what happened to him and if he forgot about that night that has lingered in my memory for almost all my life...

My earliest memory is of my fathers car i loved that car a 1970 plymouth satilite i thought it was a hot rod I was 2

I think my earliest memory was when I was 8 months. I know young but hey I can't stop myself from rememberin things. I was climbing over the side of my crib and fell hit my head and layed on the floor for a while, then got up and crawled to my sisters room.

Jason, i'm no city boy. Preston was only made a city in the past few years! :P

i honestly haven't heard of... oystershell driveways... was it? sounds a bit crazy when cements just as good. i love standing on cement. I once walked about 12 miles barefood on road. i'd forgotten about that till now. cheers Jason :)

Actually, that reminds me... when I was about four my mum went off to work in her car and I decided to follow her there to suprise her... although she worked about 30 miles away! I think I got about half a mile away before my nan found me (as I lived with my mum and granma at the time) I remember it really well but just dont understand why I did it!

My earliest memory (i think you already know this) is of my mum putting hats on me and me throwing them off! Theres also one of my grandad throwing me up in the air and catching me, and at nursery when I spilt apple juice all over myself! Classy. x

Oh and by the way, Jason, you CANNOT count Preston as a city (even though it is one) because, beleive us, its the shittiest city around! ;-)

it's not that bad echo darling!!!
(i've lived here 19 years except the collective few weeks at lancaster and four months in middlesbrough)

and i don't find it THAT bad. can't wait to move to the country... like another early memory on holiday. I saw a lake and my head thought "pretty" and ran to it. my dad came and got me before i went in and drowned myself

Well, we used to have the biggest bus station in the whole of Europe and we are the Administrative HQ of the North West or something... God why do I know this! Anyway, back to peoples first memroies, thats what you asked!

My earliest memory has to have been when my brother was stabbed my a twig in his belly button. Sounds weird doesnt it? we were playing tag one day in the backyard and he ran straight into it. The twig was sharp and sturdy enough to poke through him causing him to bleed profusely. My brother wouldnt move so i started screaming at the top of my lungs so that someone could help him. Not a good memory :o/

That is a weird first memory, but at least its interesting!

Do you ever remember certain smells, and they remind you so vividly of a moment?

When I was 15 I went on holiday with my parents and 'fell in love' (if thats what you can call it at 15 on holiday) with this guy... I used to wear this purfume and I got given it for my 18th birthday and when I sprayed it I could just remember all these visions, I closed my eyes and I was there. I could feel the heat of the sun and the smell of the sea. It was amazing!

certain smells, music, and phrases remind me of moments in my life. I guess it us weird. They're almost like mnemonic devices.

Yeah, music can do that to me a lot too. I think its an amazing thing that the brain can do (although in some ways I prefer to think of it as the soul as having a link to the past but now Im just being romantic!)

I totally forgot about Preston i used to go there often lol just thought i would mention that ...lol

My first memory was jumping up and down in my cot shouting ...lol until the bottom fell out of it and i remember the look of surprise on my mother's face ..hehe i was nearly a year old ...

Did you really? How weird! Did you like sunny old Preston!?

Thats a sweet memory, I must be able to remember that far back I shall ahve to think about it.

hmm.... i think that i was less than a year, i was "helping" my father to clean the yard... he was gathering leaves on piles and i crawled from a pile to a pile and messed it all up...our cat was on my side...he hellped me

Yeah music brings back memories for me...like if I was listening to a certain song or singing it in my head when I felt a certain way...when I heard the song again I would feel the exact same way as I did at the time...like when I went to Tobago and I was going though a bit of a rough spot and I was listening to 'Holding My Own'...everytime I hear it I break down again...
Note to self: do not listen to Holding My Own

oh another memory of mine was when I was 3 and I was pretending to be a dalmation and bit my mom :p

I remember the house my family lived in. I was in my crib, not quite old enough to climb out of it. There was a collection of built in shelves in my room with toys on them, like little people houses (yes dating myself) and my mom always put them up and away when she put me to bed. I recall the confused look on her face when she came in to get me in the morning and the toys would be in my crib and I would be playing with them. Even in my adult years she never figured out how I got to them, or who came in to put them down so I could play with them. She used to say I used to talk to the flower wallpaper. ;)

my earliest memory is when i was 2-3year i went to the hospital and when i got back from surgery my mom wasnt there i remenber thinking that she'd abondon me

I was 3, and playing in the living room. I heard my father call my mother from the stairwell, then a loud creaking sound. Apparantly he'd called my mother, then jumped with a noose around his neck. I never saw it, but I remember being pulled away and my mom calling for an ambulance and apparantly she'd cut him down. I don't remember much else. You asked...so don't bash me for my brutal honesty please.

as far as a memory I don't know.. I do remember a dream like it was yesterday..
I was about 7 in the dream (about 6 or 7).. I remember looking up in the dream and seeing like a skylight.. more the whole celling was a dombed glass. I look up to see witches and vampires looking down upon me.. When the seen that I was watching them they turned to talk(whisper) to each other.. they then turn back to me and call my name.. I begin to float to the celling.. it then scared me and I looked back down and seen my mom laying on the bed and yelled to be let go.. and I fell back down to the bed...

Sorry I posted a dream here.. but for me to bring up real memories.. it cause such termoil in my head.

I was four.. but one memory that will always remain with me is the Night of the Fire.. we had a break in, and my mother got up to call the cops.. then when the criminal hit her, i got so angry that i started to scream and shout.. then my skin started heating up, and i suddenly stopped crying and stared at him.. lets just say that when the coroner got what was left of him, he ruled it as Spontaneous Combustion.. apparently, this man wasnt just going to break in but slaughter us in our sleep.. my mum said i saved her life.. which was ironic, because she was killed by a hunter less then ten years later..

I was 4, and I remember giving this kind lady a flower which I picked from the garden. She picked me up and kissed me - it was a lovely feeling :) And thence I have kept the love of giving to and of myself unselfishly to others, close to me all of my life and as much as I can.