Earliest memory.

What is your earliest memory that you can recall from your childhood?

I can't recall how old I was, but I do remember the time when I was living in England, I remember that my family had a black cat named Midnight. One time, he brought home a dead bird in his mouth. I also remember hanging out with the girl next door, she was older than I was, and we read books, mostly Clifford the Big Red Dog books. I also remember that my brother had a red wagon for Christmas, and I remember playing the Atari 3600. I think this would have been my earliest childhood moment that I can recall by memory.

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My earliest memory is throwing a remote control into a filled bathtub.

This.

I was three, and I remember it so vividly.

spooky orange chairs in the first house i lived in! second memory is that i was convinced the cookie monster chair I had was alive and drinking my water at night. then i learned how evaporation works.

Getting stung by a bee.

Legitimately posing in the crib for my mom's pictures when I was a baby. I was trying to be a model. XD

Spraying my sister in the eyes with window cleaner and my dad bringing her to the sink to wash it out.

I only remember bits and pieces and I have no idea which was the earliest. I've purposely forgotten most of it anyway.

A very early memory of being put to bed by both my mum and dad, they weren't separated so I was younger than 3. I remember there was music playing next to my crib which apparently checks out with them, my dad used to put on his old tapes for me.

This may sound stereotypical of a Belfast Boy but it is honestly this,

Sitting on my front door step in Elswick Street, West Belfast, with a toy black formula one racing car playing with it, in between watching a riot. My family moved there as we were gutter-people poor and it was the onlyu housing we could afford. Luckily the street is right in an interface area off the Springfield Road that splits Catholics & Protestants. Street looks completely different now, thwey tore down the old terrace housing & put up small semi-detached hovels. It's not even a sad memory, I liked it there.



Witness a slice of West Belfast the big fencing you see used to be a Jerusalem style separation wall. We're still separated but at least now it's not unsightly;

https://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=els...,258.23,,0,6.1


Great Times.

Agh, Cuch is so Irishy awesome :cuch:

I used to have a recurring dream about walking around the back of my grandmother's house. From my relation of the dream to my ma, it turns out to have actually been true. I still have no idea why 3 or 4 year old me's memories were infused in my dreamscape for so long.

I believe my earliest memory would be me tumbling off the couch and my mom and her sister laughing. I would have to be two at the most.

I remember the building of the day care center that I would later go to, which means I must have been around 3 years old. My two years younger brother also claims to remember that, but I kind of doubt that's possible.

My oldest vivid memory is when I was about two years old on a playdate with a neighbor's kid, and I was flipping through an encyclopedia learning some of them big words. I turned to my friend and asked her if she could help me pronounce "pal-e-oon-tol-oh-guh-ist." She didn't know because she had never heard it either, and she couldn't read yet even though she was a year older than me. We then proceeded to organize a small pretend toy store.

My oldest construct memory is when I was running around the house at about nine months pointing at things and yelling out what they are. I've been told about it from people who knew me at that age, and while I don't exactly remember it, I can imagine myself from that little two-foot-tall viewpoint and see all the things I was pointing at like doorknobs and books and remember the layout of the house perfectly, so it may as well be a memory.