My earliest memory is lying on my back while my mom changed my diaper. She said something to the effect of "Do you still want diapers or do you want to start wearing underpants and using the big girl potty chair now?" And I thought about it and said "Underpants."
To this day my mom says I required no toilet training.
My earliest memory is sneaking out of my bedroom to see my grandma (I was told to stay in my room by my parents because my gran had friends over. I hadn't misbehaved, it doesn't make any sense to me either), getting there, then getting caught by my parents and spanked for it pretty harshly.
That'll teach you to want to get to know your grandparents.
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?
This is disturbing. I've been memory trumped by odd parental behaviorOriginally Posted by I'm my own MILF
The earliest memory is taking a crap so devastatingly painful that it shocked me into a stream of consciousness. (SPOILER)Well not really. I got that from an Eddie Murphy joke.
Sometimes I look at old photographs of myself and think "I remember when this was taken". Then I think about it some more and wonder "...or maybe I just recall seeing this picture quite a few years ago?"
An example of an earliest memory doesn't even come to mind. I remember plenty about being young, but among the scattered memories nothing comes to mind as "this came first".
I was about 2 and my dog attacked my best friend. I remember seeing her face covered in blood and my mom driving us to meet my friend's mom. After that, it is watching the Poltergeist movie. I really don't have great early memories. I do recall a cool clown birthday cake somewhere amongst there too.
It was a dream about someone kidnapping our dog. I didnt know the difference between dreams and reality at the time so I was quite upset.
Kefka's coming, look intimidating!
Have a nice day!!
I woke up this morning.
My mum organising my 3rd or 4th birthday party and inviting lots of other kids round. I distinctly remember not talking to any of them but gratefully accepting all their presents.
Not sure if this is the earliest memory but it's the earliest one I can give a somewhat exact date to. When I was around 3 years old, my preschool classmate got hit by a truck 2 meters in front of me. I remember my 2 other Japanese classmates were trying to hold him back but he ran into the street and bam, down he goes. My teachers found it weird that I didn't even run or cry when I saw it. Haha.
I can remember the Christmas of the year I was two. My sister wasn't born yet. I got a big wheel and a coat that my mom said was too small.
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Playing with a GIANT half-bitten off nerf basket ball, then hugging a GIANT dog. This checks out with my dad, as we house-sat/rented a house that came with a dog for a year just before I turned 2. I suspect the dog and the ball were a lot smaller than i remember.
I remember my 2nd birthday party. My mom went all out. It was Barney.I loved Barney.
After that, I have a lot of memories from ages 2-3 in the little grey house we grew up on. It's hard to say which one came first. One particularly lovely one, was me pulling an eyebooger out of my eye, and my parents yelling for me not to eat it, and then me eating it right in from of them, and them screaming.
Slaying legions of polar bears with my fists. Then, preschool.
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