What was your first memory?

Originally posted by uplander
My first memory is at almost 3 years old crying for my mother who had just died. I was placed in my aunts care. I had never seen this woman and her family before and I was quite shocked and traumatized. My mother had died. I had been immediately sent across the country to live with my father's family because he was in the military and could not care for me.

I distinctly remember lying in my cousins bed crying wanting my mama.

Thanks for asking.

damn, i'm sorry.

first verified memory was that of JFK's assination. 3 yrs old.
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I was four, I was at home. I just questioned myself what happened on that day. And was realizing that I'm alive.

Now that I've been thinking about the topic there is one more thing I'd like to bring up that I seem to have rememebered just now. The first point was to ensure that your hands are not freezing cold when you change a babies diaper and I'll say that again because it was really annoying for me.

As a baby I did like bottles but they made my neck quite sore in drinking them while in a high chair, because I had to crank up my head. I think my neck eventually strengthened to where it wasn't a problem but am not entirely sure. I'd strongly advise parents that after their baby is done eating their food, to allow them to finish their bottle laying down. Another thing you could do if you see them cranking their head up in the chair is teach them that in fact they can just angle the bottle up in their hands. However, this leads to it being slightly more difficult to drink from because the nipple of the bottle will be somewhat bent.

What they need to do is design a bottle with a 45 to 90 degree turn so that the baby will no longer try to crank their head up while in a high-chair. Those would be designated as "high-chair" bottles. Furthermore bottle nipples are really not made firmly enough because if they are weak enough to fold over it does not allow any milk to get through. Or at least they weren't firm enough when I was using them. I don't really think my mom ever understood how sore my neck was getting... it was hard work drinking those things.

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Finding a porno book under the front seat of the car not knowing what it was and showing mum, leading to a god damed life of pure # after dad hated me ever since they seperated yet got bck together for me, hah, then I saw him die after nyungars had bashed me and he tried to help, and never forgave him for my youth, leading to my mental merriment these days and my tenuous relationship with my mother.

Ahh first memories...


Edit, would have been 2 or 3 at the time, 6 when dad left, 19 when he died in front of me, 39 as I despise the world.



[edit on 12/12/2009 by Ha`la`tha]

At the age of two and a half my mother took me to see my great grandfather and I remember showing off because I could read the words on the cover of a new jigsaw my mother had bought for me, it had Pat a Cake, Pat a Cake on the cover.

I also remember my aunt making potato salad with mayonaise which I did not like and do not like to this day.

I also remember everything in my greatgrandfathers room including a portrait of his son in an army uniform on the wardrobe door.

[edit on 12-12-2009 by keldas]

I was around the age of 2 and a half, when I was riding a little girls bike, I was riding downhill in a semi-flat rocky road and ended up faling on my face. I remember seeing a couple, my mother, a few relatives which I don't remember who, a tree, small colored houses, and the bike was pink. One of the couple who was male picked me up and took me to my mother who took me inside the house.

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Blimey,thats an unfortunate series of events linked to your first memory.
At least theres always the chance things might one day get better.Hopefully.

My oldest memory. I was outside somewhere, I see sunlight and some bushes, then the feeling of being crushed to death.

I don't think it was from this life. It always haunted me as a child, now it's just a memory of a memory, back then it felt so real.

I was not quite two years old and I remember the lace curtians that hung in my room. I also remember around the same time, but in more detail, going in to get surgery done on my eyes and walking around with an eye patch in the following days/weeks

I was 4 years old. I remember my mother getting married. I remember the ride from Los Angeles to Las Vegas and remember crawling under the pews in the church and my grandmother chasing after me.