Funny you say that Hazel. Anyone female I've ever related that story to responded in exactly the same way. And I don't tell that story to just
anyone. Sweet of you I guess. 41yrs old now, rarely affects me anymore. I embraced the feeling one long night, thought I was dying or something weird,
and since, rarely does it visit anymore. Strange the baggage the mind carries around with it. I'm thinkin first memories are just by the nature of
being young are definitely going to carry emotions right along with it.
My first memory is of dropping a yellow sandwich cookie in the yard, and then taking it into the house to wash it off. It didn't work! I probably
was about three years old. And then I remember trying to make toast. I didn't know you weren't supposed to put the peanut butter on BEFORE you put
it in the toaster!
I can remember my entire birth!! (Everything I remember was later confirmed by my parents..)
I remember being born in a hallway at the hospital (before they could get my mom into a room), the feeling of being squeezed out, the hard startched
blue blanket over me as I was being born (my mom was covered), my mom saying "its not crying" and the doctor running over and pulling me to him
upside down (trying to get me to cry.. haha).
Everything is very vivid and I can recall a few things both of my parents said after this..
When I was about 12, I asked them if this really happened -- describing every detail -- and (very shocked) they confirmed that it did!
And I remember a few moments before my actual birth too.. (but that's a bit too odd to describe here!!)
My first conscious memory is while being an infant. I remember being laid down in a crib with a baseball cap and a yellow plastic baseball bat. I laid
there listening to the sound of thunder outside.
My next conscious memory was at 18 months old. I remember being held by my father who was sitting beside my mother on the floor with their backs up
against a sofa. They were posing for a picture. I recalled the color, pattern, and texture of the sofa, the rug, even what my mother and father were
wearing. I was squirming to get free of my father's arms.
Both events my mother swore for two decades never happened. However, I found the items that I recalled with me in my baby crib listed in my Baby Book
on the Gift Registry. The second event was substantiated when I located the negative of the picture that was taken at 18 months. Sure enough, every
single detail I recalled was correct.
Consciousness is something that happened in flashes. They would happen over time closer and closer together until about 5 years of age, but the
majority of that time previous to that age is blackness and void. Since that age I have been able to remember every single event that had ever
My own daughter developed consciousness in a stranger fashion. Up until age 5 she could recall *EVERYTHING* and I mean *EVERYTHING* that ever occurred
to her prior to that age. After that age, she lost memory of most of it. She recalls major events prior to age 5, but nothing else.
I was just over 2 years old, and we lived down the street from the store where my dad would get his newspaper everyday.
Apparently, according to my mom, dad said he wanted a paper, and upon hearing that, I took it upon myself to take off down the street, alone, clad
only in a diaper, to get him one.
What I remember is being in front of the store, looking all cute I suppose, so a big person would open the door for me, grabbing a paper, and losing
half of it all the way home.
My first outing alone, my first shoplifting experience, and my parents first panic attack all in one day...
Damn I'm good.
Hey, I was just asserting my independence.
I moved to Dallas when I just turned 3. I remember just walking down the street and seeing people ride bikes. That's all really. The strange, but
understandable part was that when viewing this memory years later, I can notice the perceptive/perspective differences. My perception was not yet
solidified. Everything was wavy to some extent and much more vivid. Also, I notice now looking back how larger than life everything seemed.
My first memory that I can put a time frame on is when my older brother was going to go to school for the first time. I was a little over 2 at the
time. I was dressed in those pajamas that have feet and I was standing by the kitchen sink. The sink was way above my head. I was crying because my
brother was getting to do something that I wasn't going to get to do.
I have other memories about my baby blanket, a stuffed bear, and my high chair but I can't put them in a time frame.
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