I won't tell of my #1 earliest memory because it changes a lot of things I and/or the world believe and take for granted ... plus, some jerk will say
"pics or it didn't happen".
So, I'll start with my Mother's first memory ... she was sitting on her sisters lap in an automobile and everybody was talking about her (the baby)
and she wasn't old enough to talk yet but understood every word they said. Her thoughts were formed as words though. She thought something to the
effect of ... "They think I don't know what they are saying. ... (skipping rude baby thoughts here.)"
Myself, I have many post birth, pre-four year old memories. The memories come from different homes we lived in before the one they bought when I was
Sitting in a high chair - choking on wax from a milk carton. (skipping very long story here.)
Crawling under a bed and finding Dad's empty "Old Spice" cologne bottle.
My "monkey" (stuffed toy).
My monkey with his face all cracked up (Dad had run over it with the car and they hid the "dead" monkey from me. I found it behind the couch when we
moved some time later. (I remember the moving too.) Back then, our stuffed (plushy) toys had a hardened plastic face; so, the cracked face was
My siblings coming home from being born.
Two tragic tricycle accidents (skipping long story here that could get off-topic easily).
Telephone on a telephone stand in the hall. (many 1-sided conversations I heard).
Sitting under the ironing board as Mom ironed and wishing I could do that.
My train ( 4 wooden painted train parts connected by a sting that a toddler pulls.)
My "popper" - another toy you are supposed to push but I preferred to pull it.
My imaginery friend whom this nickname is after.
The "vacuum cleaner" - and no - it was NOT electrical.
and lots more ...
edit on 17/4/2012 by Trexter Ziam because: (no reason given)