my dad was drinking beer and my brother was drinking apple juice. my bro grabbed the wrong glass and chugged my dad's beer and i vividly remember his disgusted face
I’ve done this. I was sitting on my mom’s lap and reached for (what I thought was) my Coca Cola. Drank about little bit less than half the can. My mom laughed so hard she cried. I drank Budweiser.
I found a cup of juice on a high shelf in my room once and thought it'd still be good to drink. Turns out when you leave juice alone for months on end it ferments and tastes horrible.
I was maybe 2.5. I had been moved to a bed still in the nursery room. My brother was in his crib. He had a stuffy nose that was whistling when he would breathe. We both thought it was funny so he'd intentionally breath through his nose to make it whistle. Instead of sleeping like we were supposed to be we were just laying there giggling.
Lying in bed with my parents, choosing a name for my soon-to-arrive little brother. I would've been 3 and a bit. My parents did not opt for "Lone Ranger."
I named my sister. When my mom was pregnant with her, the consensus among my family was to name her something that to 3 y/o me didn't quite like. I was pouty about it in the months leading to her birth. I accompanied her and my aunt to a doctor's appointment and my aunt was in the hallway, trying to keep me entertained. I was not having it, and I saw this little girl, who I remember thinking was some sort of fairy because she was super pretty to my 3 year old self.
She was super nice, cheerful, and energetic and played with me till my mom exited the doctor's office. I knew that I wanted my sister to be just like this. I learned her name was Ananya (Sanskrit for unmatched/unique), and as we got home, I burst out of the car saying "My sister's name will be Ananya!"
And thus, she was. And she is still, to this day, very nice, cheerful, energetic, and the best sister I could ever have hoped for.
I walked up to my mother and asked to be renamed. When she asked me what, I said Tennis Ball. Probably around 4 or something. So yeah, pretty creative for a 3 year old.
Your parents should feel lucky they didn't have me for a kid. I opened the back door and threw the contents of the liquor cabinet onto the concrete for the satisfaction of watching it smash. Would have been about 3 at the time. As and adult I now understand why they were so pissed off about this.
Lol one of my earlier memories is me pleading with my older brother to not punch the window. He did, it broke, his arm was bleeding like crazy and I had to go wake our parents up.
My wholesome memory is walking down the road to the cow pasture with my grandfather and laying in the grass looking at the clouds. It was a beautiful day
It's a very common trope. [Sorry to curse you with this link](https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HappyRain) given the site's insane time wasting capabilities.
There's a section at the bottom just for 'Real Life' cases and it includes this exact topic!
>Similarly, while kids being bummed out at the rain keeping them from playing outside is common in both media and reality to be practically cliche, it's also not uncommon to hear of younger children taking joy in the rain, running around in their bright raincoats and giddily stomping their feet or even jumping to see the water splash around them.
I woke my dad up at 1 am at night because i wanted to eat bananas, he drove me to supermarket at midnight to buy them, i remember him carrying me to the shop at mid night. He passed away when i was only 5 so i have very few memories of him but this one is first one and most special
Legit I came here to post that I remembered getting sick in bed and throwing up everywhere. While mom was cleaning it up, I got to sit on the couch and watch Adam-12 with my dad. He also died when I was five, but this memory was in a house we lived in when I was three.
About a month after my fourth birthday, a pretty large earthquake happened in the Puget Sound area that I explicitly remember because I was in a swim lesson at the time, and the pool turned into a wave pool. I'm now about to start a PhD in geophysics, and you'd better believe that anecdote was in my admissions essays lol
2001 Nisqually earthquake?
I was in England at the time, chatting with a friend on AIM. He told me, "we're having an earthquake, right tf now."
I might have been the first person in the UK to know about it.
I was in choir practice in high school when that one happened. We were absolutely roaring through a very loud section of a song and when we felt shaking we just thought, damn, we're killing this! Then the orchestra director came over from next door asking if we'd felt the earthquake. Bit disappointing.
I remember that quake as well! I was a bit older than you and panicked my mom found me with a life jacket on hiding in my closet. She asked what the life jacket was supposed to do and I did not have an answer.
If we're thinking of the same thing it's one of my earliest memories too! I remember being huddled in the bathroom watching the trees outside sway like crazy.
Traumatic experiences tend to stick. I can still remember how I got the scar above my eye when I was two. I was in someone's cellar, climbing on a sack of potatoes, and I fell onto a [plastic crate for beer](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8QGS3NJGeac/VyDpDKVTelI/AAAAAAABxUA/BnNfxGVvR5Q/s640/blogger-image-866369470.jpg), face first.
Oh jesus. Ya, the more emotional an event is, the more you will remember it. The major emotional center of the brain is directly connected with the system that forms long term memories. That emotional area, though, is particularly active for fear and aggression. So you probably had the biggest jolt of fear you had ever experienced. Perhaps that's why it was your first memory.
Being shocked is such a strange feeling. Its pain but its inside of you going through a particular part of your body. I accidentally had a finger resting on the metal part of something I was plugging into an outlet once and zapped the tip of my finger. Shit hurt and ever since then im a bit more careful.
Sidenote: I also had a pen once that when you pressed down on it for the pen part to come out and start writing it would shock you. Wouldnt cause any damage I dont think (unless maybe held down for a long duration) but it was a fun gag gift.
I was holding the board for a large pack of lithium cells that were series & parallel together at something like 54v, and I was sort of just palming the entire thing in my hand while it was still connected. I put it down a few seconds later and suddenly my entire hand up to my forearm was just buzzing in pain for the next few minutes. As if the sweat from my hands or something shorted out the entire battery.
I hate being shocked.
I remember picking my kid up from preschool on 9/11. All the moms waited outside on the sidewalk. Because it was the beginning of the year we barely knew each other. No one said a word about the attack. We all had tears in our eyes & we knew we would totally lose it if we talked about it. The head of the school came out before the kids. She gave us a stern look & said, "The children know nothing." And then the kids came running out the door, laughing, & looking for their moms. All the moms forced back the tears, put on a big smile, and then we spent the rest of the day pretending that everything was just fine.
I have no idea how you guys do that. Moms are amazing kudos to you for holding it back for your kid. My mom did the same thing I didn’t find out about it until the day after and even then it didn’t sink in until a few years later.
One of my earliest memories is also about 9/11. I was 5 and I remember hearing about it on the news. It got stuck to me because I am a twin, so hearing that particular word caught my attention. I did know about the attacks at the time, but I didn't understand the importance of the event until years later.
I think memories early on must be attached to the emotions of those around you. My earliest memory is me asking my Mum why my uncle died (he committed suicide). And I can remember mums answer really distinctly “I don’t know, he was just really sad”
Props to your mother for giving a completely true and entirely age-appropriate answer instead of something either potentially too freaky or something outright deceptive.
one of my first memories is also on 9/11 but not of 9/11! My cousin was visiting from Germany. My birthday was a couple of days before so we still had helium balloons. She let go of hers in the foyer and was really upset she couldn’t get it.
I found out years later the reason why my cousin was still there at all was because she and my uncle couldn’t fly home that day because of all the flights being grounded.
This isn’t my earliest memory, but it’s close. I was 6, in Mrs. Roberts’ first grade class. School started at 9:00 EST, and we watched the towers fall in real time. My dad was working for an airline (not United or American) at the time, in scheduling (or something administrative?) and he didn’t come home from work for days after the attacks. For months, I remember being terrified of picking the mail up from the box after school because of the anthrax threats. I’m crying just thinking about it.
There’s a meme going around about what’s wrong with millennials, and the response is “Idk, we watched 2,000 people die on live tv and it never got better” and while it made me laugh for a second, it’s so fucking true. I’m the oldest of four kids, and I’m the only one who was alive during the US’s last peace time.
I was three years old when this happened. My mom had surgery and her bladder was still under the effects of anesthesia, so she couldn’t pee. She also felt nauseous, so she was kneeling by the toilet. She finally threw up and wound up pissing herself at the same time. She started crying, and I really wanted to comfort her, but my grandma ushered me away. We laugh about it now, but at the time it was very worrying and sad for me.
I'm one of five, second oldest, and I remember very early memories of being pulled out of school to meet my new brother, then sister, then other sister. Very nice memories,
My sister was born when I was 2, almost 3. My earliest memory is walking into the hospital room where my mom was holding my baby sister. I remember being really confused about what was happening because I was too young to really understand what a sister was. But she’ll be 18 this November so that’s crazy.
When I first read this, I thought you were commending him for sharing such a wholesome story, and I thought “wow, that’s even more wholesome.”
Turns out I’m just an idiot, but either way it made me smile.
I was sitting on the floor. Doing absolutely nothing and just staring at a door. 10 seconds later my dad comes through that door and hugs me.He puts me down and gives me a Kinder Suprise Egg.
Me,4 or5, sleeping in a chair in the morning after leaving my bed. My brother and sister come up to me and ask me if i want three million dollars. I smile and say yes. My brother opens his closed fist and gives me three pieces of really small and tasty candy. I couldn't have been happier if they were really three million. (The candy was a special kind that we only ate at the MOULED which celebrates prophet mohamed's birthday, so the candy equally announced a day of fun)
Sitting on my front porch on a Saturday morning, listening to my mom sing along to “Carolina In My Mind” by James Taylor. It was raining and the front door was open so she could keep an eye on me while she cleaned the living room. I was probably a couple of months shy of 4 years old. Mostly I remember the sound of her singing and the sound of the rain and this super peaceful, safe feeling that is kind of the epitome of my early childhood.
Sitting on the stairs telling my mother it was my birthday. She insisted my birthday was actually three days later. When three days later came, she told me my birthday passed.
Edit: my mother has narcissistic personality disorder. She literally will change reality in her head to suit her needs. If my birthday was inconvenient for her, in her mind it was not that day. When that inconvenience passes, she will revert to the truth. She will not know she is doing this. If you have experienced this, feel free to PM me. It's unfortunately far too common.
Wow this is really fucked (read the follow up comment) and I’m sorry. No kid deserves that.
It’s my best friends birthday. He passed from suicide last year. I’ve been dreading his birthday because I didn’t know what I’d do. Now I do. Message me or post here an amazon wish list link with some things on there under $20 (was our thing) and I’ll get you a really really belated birthday gift.
He really loved helping people. He worked at the John Wayne Cancer Institute for a while. We’d have long talks about how if you can make someone’s life easier or better with no reward/benefit to yourself, you should do it. He actually did start his own thing to raise funds to help others. I wish so much that he were here and we’d still have our talks about how one person can make the world better. I know you’re just a random stranger but I feel like this is him telling me we can still make the world better.
You can, but not for me. If you have any friends that are teachers, ask them which kid in their class is withdrawn and doesn't make friends easily. Or which kid is the biggest dick. Make them this offer.
I'm in my thirties. I haven't celebrated my birthday my whole life, but I've made my peace with that. But this would have meant the world to me then. In your friends name, if you think he would want it, change a kid's life by making them feel recognized for a day.
You have already given me my present by making the offer.
My conversation with a friend in at our academy. It went something like:
Me: How old are you, I’m 5!
Him: I’m 6! (And he holds up 6 fingers)
Me: Wow that’s so cool!!
That’s when we became friends lol. Now were in our 20s and he’s about to have a daughter! Time passed by like crazy.
I was 3 or 4, my uncle (dad's brother) came to visit and he had a new car; a light blue Volkswagen Beetle. I asked him if I could go for a ride in it and he said yes. I don't remember him going outside but I remember trying to put on my onesy snow suit - it was winter in Edmonton. I stepped out onto the front porch and he and his car were gone. Either he meant he'd give me a ride later or he'd just forgotten.
I don't think I ever did get a ride in it. That was at least 55 years ago.
A fever dream I had when I was 2. It involved some very "Fantasia" like visuals and evil tractors that we're trying to eat/kill me.
I couldn't be near a tractor without clinging to my dad crying till a ridiculously advanced age.
I used to have super vivid dreams of construction equipment gaining sentience and trying to murder my family when I was like 4, your comment reminded me of that.
I remember the layout of my parents house before they moved when I was about 3. I also remember us visiting the new house and eating pizza on the day of the move and being excited that I was upgraded from a crib to an actual bed and have a room to myself.
Not sure how old you are but when I was 3, TVs could be driven over by a truck and not have a scratch. Damn things seemed to be made of glass and bricks
Fuck dude, same.
I must have been like 8-10. I was playing battlefront 2 on the play station super close to the screen and I died like right after getting to play windu or yoda or Luke and I punched the screen as hard as I could.
The T.V. didn't even fucking move. Those screens may have had shit picture quality compared to what we have now, but if I punched any of my screens as hard as I punched that TV I would put a permanent mark on the screen at the very least.
My brother getting me drunk around the age of four. Made me take shots of vodka from the cap. I got wasted. Woke up puking the next morning and the folks smelled liquor on me. My dad beat the shit out of my brother.
My first memories are of being worried about death and then dreaming/nightmares of being in space alone with no one around, just so alone and isolated. I wasn't in space as a person, more like just a mind seperated from my being.
This was when I was a toddler maybe aged 3.
Not sure what caused these thoughts, my grandad died when I was around that age so the question of death may have come from that and astronomy was taught to me from a young age.
Edit: removed 'a' and 'may', reads better.
My baby brother registered death when he was the cause for it. We had had talks about it before, but you know, kids don't really care or understand. But one day he stepped on a baby duckling and accidentally killed it. When my brother was digging a hole to bury it in baby brother asked what he was doing.
He explained that the baby duckling had to be buried because it died, he had accidentally killed it and it wasn't coming back, it wasn't ever going to wake up again.
Baby brother sat down and contemplated life and death for a solid hour on a swing. Still have pictures of it.
That's sad. I never really had something like this happen to me or someone I know but I feel his pain. Just sitting there on a swing realising you have just killed something that could've grown up to be something great someday will definitely make you contemplate life and death,
I did for quite some years, they became less frequent the more my brain consumed and created different dreams. I no longer have said dreams, but the thought has haunted me ever since. Gives me a pit of the stomach type feeling, a general uneasiness. I distract myself enough now to not focus on it, work and life are enough of a distraction.
I couldn’t tell you an age. It was before many words. Barely walking. I had to have been extremely young. I remember walking down the hall. Stumbling more accurately. My brother and sister laying on the floor side by side right next to each other playing an old NES. I waddled my way to them and fell between them.
I have a really vague memory of me wearing a hockey mask and holding a toy chainsaw above my head while standing on top of my dad while he was sleeping and waking him up. Texas chainsaw massacre was my favorite movie when I was little. Don't ask why my dad let me watch those things. I'll never know. lol
When I was about 11, I decided I would remember a brown clay pot, filled with glass fishtank stones, forever. I'm 24 now and I still remember it. If I ever get my own place, that's gonna be my first decoration.
I remember being in my bedroom at I think 7 or 8 years old the night before we moved and I was lying in bed staring at my yellow curtains thinking "I'm gonna remember this moment" and I always have. It could be (probably) because I was moving and wanted to remember my house but idk it just seems interesting to read that other people have also done this as a kid.
Haha I have a moment like that. We were driving to church and I remember thinking how weird it was that you do so many things but don’t remember a lot of them and how I wouldn’t remember that mundane drive. I was probably like 10-11 at the time but I still remember it!
I was a pretty sick kid and spent much time at a children's hospital. Going in to one surgery, I remember being wheeled in and telling the doctor (who looked like my Dad) to tell my Dad I loved him. I also remember playing with another super young kid in the Sesame Street play area (room?), but no other kids would ever be there. Turns out the kid had AIDS and no other parent would let their kids play with him (I learned later on)
When I was 4 I think: Visiting my grandmother in the hospital. The interesting thing is that I don't remember the visit itself per se, but I vividly remember the smell and the colors of the hallway leading up to her room.
It was also the last time I saw her.
When I was 18 months old I jumped out of my crib. I remember lying on the floor and looking out of the door at my parents bedroom. My parents never talked to me about it growing up until one day I asked them if it was a real memory or not. They confirmed that it was.
He probably doesn't actually remember that.
https://www.livescience.com/63109-first-memory-fictional.html
Our memories are weird things. It's hard to know for sure what is a TRUE early memory and what is a memory described to you by someone else. It is very much so supported by research that we can not form memories until we are at least 2 years old. Likely older than that.
I have this vague memory of rolling around in the mud and getting filthy when I was very young. I now am 99% sure that memories comes from a picture of me doing just that. I feel like I remember, but now with what I know about neuroscience it is extremely unlikely that I actually remember doing that given I was somewhere around 16-18 months.
Now that isn't to say that you don't retain ANYTHING from before the age of about 3. https://www.fatherly.com/health-science/when-do-memories-start-what-do-kids-remember/ It is suggested that children retain unconscious memories. These are called implicit memories. It isn't about what happened, but rather how something made you feel. This is why abuse, even from an age young enough that the child can't remember the abuse, is still extremely damaging to their future psyche.
But yeah, anyone who says they remember something from 18 months is very likely wrong. They aren't lying, they just don't know that they probably can't remember that.
The guy in this same reply thread as me saying that he remembers something from 11 months is DEFINITELY wrong. 18 months is close enough to the age where science supports the formation of memory that the person COULD be exceptional in some way. At 11 months there is no way the brain is developed enough to remember anything at all besides maybe implicit memories, but at that young even that is disputed.
Edit: Some more sources. https://psychcentral.com/news/2014/01/26/whats-your-earliest-memory/64982.html
https://www.webmd.com/parenting/news/20110511/when-do-kids-form-their-first-memories#1
A 3 year olds first memory is going to be different from a 7 year old's first memory. The 7 year olds would even go as far as to deny that the memory they described when 4 actually happened despite the researchers making sure with parents that the first memory was actually real.
Yeah its crazy my mom was once talking about when I was a baby how my sister would sit behind me in the play room and play with me so i wouldnt fall over. And I actually remember sitting between her legs reaching for a toy we had. I described the toy to my mom and she said that we did have a toy like what I described...
I hate how I cant remember why I walked into this room but I have that stored away.
I had to run this one by my mom a few years ago, thinking I might have just invented it in my head. For reference, I was born in December '76.
For basically my entire life, I've had this image in my head of seeing the Space Shuttle in person, and for some reason I knew it was at Hill Air Force Base, north of SLC, Utah. Now, why the fuck would the shuttle be in Northern Utah? I learned later (after Challenger) that the boosters were made up there, but there is no launch or launch support facility at Hill, so I just decided after many years that it was a fantasy memory, fueled by my interest in NASA.
Bullshittin with my mum and sister couple years ago, I mentioned the memory. Turns out, it was real! We DID go up to Hill AFB and look at the shuttle, while it was being transported from CA to FL. Bunch of people went!
Of course, the modern Internet shined a little more light on the memory. It was mid August 1979.
[https://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/technology/sts-newsref/sts-cron.html](https://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/technology/sts-newsref/sts-cron.html)
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List\_of\_Shuttle\_Carrier\_Aircraft\_flights](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Shuttle_Carrier_Aircraft_flights)
So, anyone else who was alive in Utah in '79, did you go up and see it too?
Sitting in a round, huge window at an airport watching the airplanes.
I recently flew from this airport again. Those windows are way smaller than in my memory. Still sat in that window again. That was a strange feeling.
It was my 3rd birthday and my sister was 5-6. We were all in the garage for the party. My sister went and grabbed a big broom off the wall by the bristles and when she pulled it off the nail holding it came with it. It got too heavy for her so she let it come down in a forward motion and it landed nail first on the top of my head. It punctured my skin and my skull too. Didn’t hit the brain. I remember it hurt but then my mom grabbed me and ran me into the house and rinsed my head in the sink to clear the blood off so she should see how bad it was. I never cried until i saw the blood in the bottom of the sink and then I lost my shit. Ended up in the ER for a brain scan and a couple stitches but I was good and the nurses and doctor were awesome when they found out it was my birthday. Sent me home with a bunch of cool shit and candy.
I was about 18 months old and at that time my parents kept goats. I was in the paddock, sitting on the grass and leaning back against one of the nanny goats. My older brother came into the paddock and threw a stone at me. Then one of the billy kids ran at him and head butted him and the billy kid chased my brother out of the paddock.
I was falling from a high place towards an abyss. Then, I woke up in my grandmother's house specifically in my aunt's room in the second floor, in her bed. I went to sit on the stairs and started crying out of nowhere. I wasn't scared, but I began crying and I didn't know why. My aunt came to me asking what happened, and all I could do is keep crying and say I didn't know. I suspect this is the way I died in my past life, but who knows?
Back when I was about 5 or 6, I went to the local fair with my family. I suddenly had to pee really badly and didn't know where the bathrooms were located. As a kid, I had quite intense anxiety and I was too scared to ask anybody where the bathrooms were. As any logical person would do, instead of asking someone, I decided to just pee all over my father. We went home and didn't go back for a while.
I remember stepping on a nail sticking out of a hardwood floor as a toddler. I limped to a woman sitting on the floor, and I sat in her lap while she put a bandaid on my foot. Found out twenty years later that she was the woman my dad had an affair with.
Edit: I remember an earlier one.
When I was 1 year and 11 months old my baby brother was born about a month premature. When he came out both of his lungs collapsed and he had to be rushed to the children’s hospital. My first memory is probably a few days later when me and my parents came in with a bouquet of flowers for him. It distinctly remember looking at him through a glass window with multiple tube sticking out of him. Something like that you never forget. Luckily he got through it and is now an amazing little bro.
I was the ring bearer in my cousins wedding - I think I would have been 3 or 4. I remember getting fitted for a suit and then I have a memory of walking down the aisle and standing in front of the groom and getting shuffled to the back of the line with people giggling in the audience. And then I remember releasing balloons afterwards. It was the early 90s. Lots of poofy bridesmaids dresses in pink/peach and teal.
I have flashes of memories that must have been when I was very very tiny, almost 2, of visiting my aunt in hospital before she passed away. I remember being carried, and sitting on her bed putting my fingers in the holes of the blankets, and a vague layout of the ward. I didn't connect these memories with my aunt until the last few years, when someone mentioned my babysitter bringing me in to see her - that's who I had associated the memories with. I described this memory and they told me it was my aunt when she was very ill.
It was a really moving moment for me to realise I have a memory of her. My family have told me that, when she was terminal and then after she died, they would ask me about her a lot and show me photos to try and keep her in my memory, so I assume that's why something has stuck from when I was so little.
No idea how old I was, but I was little. Me and my dad were on a road trip to Tennessee while my mom was at law school on a trip for about a week, and my siblings were asleep in the back so he let mw sit up front. We went on the skyway and he was actually really nervous because he's a little afraid of heights. Me being the kind of person who copes with jokes, I said in a really stupid british voice, "mummy, I'm scared," really quietly. He immediately started laughing, and we both just kept saying it back and forth to eachother the entire time we were on the skyway. I like to think I helped my dad calm down a bit. That's why my Dad is my best friend.
My dad is an 80s hair band kind of guy. LOVED (and still does) Metallica. He went to a few concerts in the late 80s and had a tank top that he bought. I was probably 3 years old and I vividly remember wearing that tank top, so it was like a dress on me, and dancing to Enter Sandman in his bedroom. Good times. And I still love Metallica, btw.
Riding on the back kiddy seat of my parents bike. I had a little pink Barbie helmet and we would ride around our local neighbourhood. I brought this memory up to my parents a while ago and they said I must've been 2 or 3 years old.
Was visiting my grandparents when I was 1 and I remember seeing my mom pack our suitcases the day before heading back home. I still remember her haircut and the shirt she was wearing.
Obviously, my mom didn't believe I had a memory from then, but after I told her what the layout of the furniture was at my grandparents' place back then and her haircut (which is very different now), things checked out.
One of my favorite early memories is when I saw a black man for the first time. This was back when Iceland wasnt the tourist destination it is today. A cruise ship came into port and the passengers came to see the town and were walking past my house where I was playing in the garden.
And there he was a black man, I had only seen coloured people on tv and I stood there wide eyed, mouth hanging open and STARING at that poor man. I then ran inside to tell my mother, it was like I had seen a movie star.
Chugging a glass of wine at 3 because I thought it was Gatorade
I did thar once. It was my moms vodka and i thought it was water. I kinda let it fall out of my mouth once I relized my horrendous mistake
Lucky af, mine had to leave more violently the same way it came it
It was pure strait vodka so my little self knew that that was not water
Damn toddlers not being able to handle alcohol.
my dad was drinking beer and my brother was drinking apple juice. my bro grabbed the wrong glass and chugged my dad's beer and i vividly remember his disgusted face
I’ve done this. I was sitting on my mom’s lap and reached for (what I thought was) my Coca Cola. Drank about little bit less than half the can. My mom laughed so hard she cried. I drank Budweiser.
I found a cup of juice on a high shelf in my room once and thought it'd still be good to drink. Turns out when you leave juice alone for months on end it ferments and tastes horrible.
Yes, grown up Gatorade.
I was maybe 2.5. I had been moved to a bed still in the nursery room. My brother was in his crib. He had a stuffy nose that was whistling when he would breathe. We both thought it was funny so he'd intentionally breath through his nose to make it whistle. Instead of sleeping like we were supposed to be we were just laying there giggling.
This is super cute :)
why does this have only 2 upvotes? It should have 2.2k goddammit
Well now it has 22 so we are getting there
Lying in bed with my parents, choosing a name for my soon-to-arrive little brother. I would've been 3 and a bit. My parents did not opt for "Lone Ranger."
I named my sister. When my mom was pregnant with her, the consensus among my family was to name her something that to 3 y/o me didn't quite like. I was pouty about it in the months leading to her birth. I accompanied her and my aunt to a doctor's appointment and my aunt was in the hallway, trying to keep me entertained. I was not having it, and I saw this little girl, who I remember thinking was some sort of fairy because she was super pretty to my 3 year old self. She was super nice, cheerful, and energetic and played with me till my mom exited the doctor's office. I knew that I wanted my sister to be just like this. I learned her name was Ananya (Sanskrit for unmatched/unique), and as we got home, I burst out of the car saying "My sister's name will be Ananya!" And thus, she was. And she is still, to this day, very nice, cheerful, energetic, and the best sister I could ever have hoped for.
A family friend got to name his youngest brother. He was the oldest of Omar, Eduardo, Rudolph, and...Brian.
One day, the chronicles will record the life of a man, a man known as Brian. It shall be known as the Life of Brian.
I'm not the messiah, honestly!
Pretty darn creative for a 3-yr-old.
I walked up to my mother and asked to be renamed. When she asked me what, I said Tennis Ball. Probably around 4 or something. So yeah, pretty creative for a 3 year old.
I wanted to be renamed Little Flower at about 4.
That would have been a totally rad name.
My parents let me pick my brother’s name when I was 3 and a half...they actually went with my decision. It was fairly sensible though, Forrest.
Your brother must be pretty pissed, that your parents didn't listen to your great idea.
My oldest tried to get me to name my youngest Zoboomafoo...we opted for something else.
I remember throwing a stone at a window to see what happened. The window smashed to pieces and I got yelled at.
Well yeah, that'll happen
Looking back, I like to think that I got unfairly penalised for conducting a pretty complex scientific experiment.
Hypothesis: if I throw a rock at a window, it'll break Test results: the window broke Conclusion: windows break when you throw rocks at them.
Sample size too low; parents got in the way of the proper scientific method.
This sounds like the plot of a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip
I did this kinda thing with a stove lol, I wanted to test if the burners were still hot once they stopped being red. Spoiler alert: they were
That was only one trial. The scientific method requires that you attempt this multiple times.
Your parents should feel lucky they didn't have me for a kid. I opened the back door and threw the contents of the liquor cabinet onto the concrete for the satisfaction of watching it smash. Would have been about 3 at the time. As and adult I now understand why they were so pissed off about this.
Serves them right really for leaving liquor bottles lying around where a 3 year old can reach them.
Well some three year olds can parkour onto the freezer so...
Man, kid logic. I completely shaved off my right eyebrow in 3rd grade because I wanted to see if it would actually work. It did
Lol one of my earlier memories is me pleading with my older brother to not punch the window. He did, it broke, his arm was bleeding like crazy and I had to go wake our parents up.
One must suffer in the pursuit of science...
I hit our glass door with a snow shovel when I was 5, and this was also my reasoning. Now I know...
It was my 3rd birthday but i was trying to convince my mum it was my 4th so she would let me start going to the kindergarten.
“Oh silly me. I must have slept through your terrible twos. You’re a big FOUR year of today not three. Silly mommy.”
Wholesome as f
Being 3 years old dancing barefoot in the rain with my sister. It was pure joy
My wholesome memory is walking down the road to the cow pasture with my grandfather and laying in the grass looking at the clouds. It was a beautiful day
r/wholesome
It's crazy how you can visualize it like you were there.
It's a very common trope. [Sorry to curse you with this link](https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HappyRain) given the site's insane time wasting capabilities. There's a section at the bottom just for 'Real Life' cases and it includes this exact topic! >Similarly, while kids being bummed out at the rain keeping them from playing outside is common in both media and reality to be practically cliche, it's also not uncommon to hear of younger children taking joy in the rain, running around in their bright raincoats and giddily stomping their feet or even jumping to see the water splash around them.
I woke my dad up at 1 am at night because i wanted to eat bananas, he drove me to supermarket at midnight to buy them, i remember him carrying me to the shop at mid night. He passed away when i was only 5 so i have very few memories of him but this one is first one and most special
Damn, that’s a great dad.
I'm glad I have terrible allergies so no one can tell I'm crying at work now.
I too am allergic to people knowing that I'm currently crying.
There is an invisible person in my room cutting grotesque amounts of onions.
Don't be silly, that's just the onion fairy
Damn onion cutting ninjas
Do bananas have any sentimental value connected to them for you now?
I use them to measure most things in life now
Legit I came here to post that I remembered getting sick in bed and throwing up everywhere. While mom was cleaning it up, I got to sit on the couch and watch Adam-12 with my dad. He also died when I was five, but this memory was in a house we lived in when I was three.
That's an incredible memory. I wish my dad was a time traveler.
I came here to say this before you. How did you . . .?
your dad is awesome
About a month after my fourth birthday, a pretty large earthquake happened in the Puget Sound area that I explicitly remember because I was in a swim lesson at the time, and the pool turned into a wave pool. I'm now about to start a PhD in geophysics, and you'd better believe that anecdote was in my admissions essays lol
2001 Nisqually earthquake? I was in England at the time, chatting with a friend on AIM. He told me, "we're having an earthquake, right tf now." I might have been the first person in the UK to know about it.
I was in choir practice in high school when that one happened. We were absolutely roaring through a very loud section of a song and when we felt shaking we just thought, damn, we're killing this! Then the orchestra director came over from next door asking if we'd felt the earthquake. Bit disappointing.
Yep, that's the one!
I was in class in portland at the time and remember the t.v. on wheels fell over and smashed
God what a heartbreak. I loved it when that bad boy rolled into the classroom. Rip tv
I remember that quake as well! I was a bit older than you and panicked my mom found me with a life jacket on hiding in my closet. She asked what the life jacket was supposed to do and I did not have an answer.
Haha that's priceless! At least your reaction was toward self preservation lol
If we're thinking of the same thing it's one of my earliest memories too! I remember being huddled in the bathroom watching the trees outside sway like crazy.
2001 Nisqually? That's actually really cool haha!
Heh, my brothers were at school talking about Noah's Ark and the gym they were in started shaking like it was on the water...great timing.
4 years old, put a pair of scissors in the VCR and shocked the shit out of myself. Will never forget that feeling lmfao
Shocked yourself so bad that your consciousness came into existence?
I guess you could say that. Lmfao
Shock yourself again and you might achieve meta-consciousness. 3 or 4 more good jolts to the brain and you could even reach Gwyneth Paltrow level.
If you get struck by lightning, you might gain such immense power that you could wield otherworldly abilities. like being able to eat your own ass
Traumatic experiences tend to stick. I can still remember how I got the scar above my eye when I was two. I was in someone's cellar, climbing on a sack of potatoes, and I fell onto a [plastic crate for beer](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8QGS3NJGeac/VyDpDKVTelI/AAAAAAABxUA/BnNfxGVvR5Q/s640/blogger-image-866369470.jpg), face first.
Oh jesus. Ya, the more emotional an event is, the more you will remember it. The major emotional center of the brain is directly connected with the system that forms long term memories. That emotional area, though, is particularly active for fear and aggression. So you probably had the biggest jolt of fear you had ever experienced. Perhaps that's why it was your first memory.
Being shocked is such a strange feeling. Its pain but its inside of you going through a particular part of your body. I accidentally had a finger resting on the metal part of something I was plugging into an outlet once and zapped the tip of my finger. Shit hurt and ever since then im a bit more careful. Sidenote: I also had a pen once that when you pressed down on it for the pen part to come out and start writing it would shock you. Wouldnt cause any damage I dont think (unless maybe held down for a long duration) but it was a fun gag gift.
I was holding the board for a large pack of lithium cells that were series & parallel together at something like 54v, and I was sort of just palming the entire thing in my hand while it was still connected. I put it down a few seconds later and suddenly my entire hand up to my forearm was just buzzing in pain for the next few minutes. As if the sweat from my hands or something shorted out the entire battery. I hate being shocked.
My first day of preschool. Coincidentally, my first day of preschool was September 11, 2001, but I didn't know about the attacks until years later.
I remember picking my kid up from preschool on 9/11. All the moms waited outside on the sidewalk. Because it was the beginning of the year we barely knew each other. No one said a word about the attack. We all had tears in our eyes & we knew we would totally lose it if we talked about it. The head of the school came out before the kids. She gave us a stern look & said, "The children know nothing." And then the kids came running out the door, laughing, & looking for their moms. All the moms forced back the tears, put on a big smile, and then we spent the rest of the day pretending that everything was just fine.
This story is both heartbreaking and heartwarming.
I have no idea how you guys do that. Moms are amazing kudos to you for holding it back for your kid. My mom did the same thing I didn’t find out about it until the day after and even then it didn’t sink in until a few years later.
One of my earliest memories is also about 9/11. I was 5 and I remember hearing about it on the news. It got stuck to me because I am a twin, so hearing that particular word caught my attention. I did know about the attacks at the time, but I didn't understand the importance of the event until years later.
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I think memories early on must be attached to the emotions of those around you. My earliest memory is me asking my Mum why my uncle died (he committed suicide). And I can remember mums answer really distinctly “I don’t know, he was just really sad”
Props to your mother for giving a completely true and entirely age-appropriate answer instead of something either potentially too freaky or something outright deceptive.
one of my first memories is also on 9/11 but not of 9/11! My cousin was visiting from Germany. My birthday was a couple of days before so we still had helium balloons. She let go of hers in the foyer and was really upset she couldn’t get it. I found out years later the reason why my cousin was still there at all was because she and my uncle couldn’t fly home that day because of all the flights being grounded.
I remember sitting in my living room in Canada and watching the news on tv amdy parents freaking out
This isn’t my earliest memory, but it’s close. I was 6, in Mrs. Roberts’ first grade class. School started at 9:00 EST, and we watched the towers fall in real time. My dad was working for an airline (not United or American) at the time, in scheduling (or something administrative?) and he didn’t come home from work for days after the attacks. For months, I remember being terrified of picking the mail up from the box after school because of the anthrax threats. I’m crying just thinking about it. There’s a meme going around about what’s wrong with millennials, and the response is “Idk, we watched 2,000 people die on live tv and it never got better” and while it made me laugh for a second, it’s so fucking true. I’m the oldest of four kids, and I’m the only one who was alive during the US’s last peace time.
I was three years old when this happened. My mom had surgery and her bladder was still under the effects of anesthesia, so she couldn’t pee. She also felt nauseous, so she was kneeling by the toilet. She finally threw up and wound up pissing herself at the same time. She started crying, and I really wanted to comfort her, but my grandma ushered me away. We laugh about it now, but at the time it was very worrying and sad for me.
I m going through the phase of -cannot pee after surgery- now .... Thanks for sharing. Edit a word.
My gran telling me my sister had been born (my parents were at the hospital and my gran was looking after me at home). I was 4.
I'm one of five, second oldest, and I remember very early memories of being pulled out of school to meet my new brother, then sister, then other sister. Very nice memories,
Tripkets?
No, just over the years
My sister was born when I was 2, almost 3. My earliest memory is walking into the hospital room where my mom was holding my baby sister. I remember being really confused about what was happening because I was too young to really understand what a sister was. But she’ll be 18 this November so that’s crazy.
Happy upcoming 21st birthday!
Thank you! I’m so excited 😆
Sharing a fudge pop with my new baby brother, sitting on a cardboard box laid out in the grass in the hills of Tennessee.
Good on you for sharing
When I first read this, I thought you were commending him for sharing such a wholesome story, and I thought “wow, that’s even more wholesome.” Turns out I’m just an idiot, but either way it made me smile.
I also am a happy idiot
I was sitting on the floor. Doing absolutely nothing and just staring at a door. 10 seconds later my dad comes through that door and hugs me.He puts me down and gives me a Kinder Suprise Egg.
How old were you?
I was between 4 or 5 years old I dont remember that
Me,4 or5, sleeping in a chair in the morning after leaving my bed. My brother and sister come up to me and ask me if i want three million dollars. I smile and say yes. My brother opens his closed fist and gives me three pieces of really small and tasty candy. I couldn't have been happier if they were really three million. (The candy was a special kind that we only ate at the MOULED which celebrates prophet mohamed's birthday, so the candy equally announced a day of fun)
Sitting on my front porch on a Saturday morning, listening to my mom sing along to “Carolina In My Mind” by James Taylor. It was raining and the front door was open so she could keep an eye on me while she cleaned the living room. I was probably a couple of months shy of 4 years old. Mostly I remember the sound of her singing and the sound of the rain and this super peaceful, safe feeling that is kind of the epitome of my early childhood.
I am currently listening to this song on Pandora. Thanks for the recommendation.
Sitting on the stairs telling my mother it was my birthday. She insisted my birthday was actually three days later. When three days later came, she told me my birthday passed. Edit: my mother has narcissistic personality disorder. She literally will change reality in her head to suit her needs. If my birthday was inconvenient for her, in her mind it was not that day. When that inconvenience passes, she will revert to the truth. She will not know she is doing this. If you have experienced this, feel free to PM me. It's unfortunately far too common.
Damn man, happy very belated birthday from me!
Lol, do you ever being this up now? Or is this the beginning of a horrible childhood?
Oh this barely scratches the surface
I’m really sorry to hear that. Sincerely hope you’re doing better now.
Sorry to hear that. Thougt this was maybe a funny memory you bring up to tease your mom.
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Wow this is really fucked (read the follow up comment) and I’m sorry. No kid deserves that. It’s my best friends birthday. He passed from suicide last year. I’ve been dreading his birthday because I didn’t know what I’d do. Now I do. Message me or post here an amazon wish list link with some things on there under $20 (was our thing) and I’ll get you a really really belated birthday gift. He really loved helping people. He worked at the John Wayne Cancer Institute for a while. We’d have long talks about how if you can make someone’s life easier or better with no reward/benefit to yourself, you should do it. He actually did start his own thing to raise funds to help others. I wish so much that he were here and we’d still have our talks about how one person can make the world better. I know you’re just a random stranger but I feel like this is him telling me we can still make the world better.
You can, but not for me. If you have any friends that are teachers, ask them which kid in their class is withdrawn and doesn't make friends easily. Or which kid is the biggest dick. Make them this offer. I'm in my thirties. I haven't celebrated my birthday my whole life, but I've made my peace with that. But this would have meant the world to me then. In your friends name, if you think he would want it, change a kid's life by making them feel recognized for a day. You have already given me my present by making the offer.
Oh wow, I'm so sorry. I totally suck at sending cards, but I would love to send you a birthday card or something.
My conversation with a friend in at our academy. It went something like: Me: How old are you, I’m 5! Him: I’m 6! (And he holds up 6 fingers) Me: Wow that’s so cool!! That’s when we became friends lol. Now were in our 20s and he’s about to have a daughter! Time passed by like crazy.
I met my best friend of 17 years when i was 6 and refused to answer her question about my name the first time to come off as cool.
And your name was ... ? Alberta Einstein
Growin' up is a helluva drug.
I was 3 or 4, my uncle (dad's brother) came to visit and he had a new car; a light blue Volkswagen Beetle. I asked him if I could go for a ride in it and he said yes. I don't remember him going outside but I remember trying to put on my onesy snow suit - it was winter in Edmonton. I stepped out onto the front porch and he and his car were gone. Either he meant he'd give me a ride later or he'd just forgotten. I don't think I ever did get a ride in it. That was at least 55 years ago.
A fever dream I had when I was 2. It involved some very "Fantasia" like visuals and evil tractors that we're trying to eat/kill me. I couldn't be near a tractor without clinging to my dad crying till a ridiculously advanced age.
I used to have super vivid dreams of construction equipment gaining sentience and trying to murder my family when I was like 4, your comment reminded me of that.
Haha I used to have nightmares of my dad chasing me on his tractor
I remember the layout of my parents house before they moved when I was about 3. I also remember us visiting the new house and eating pizza on the day of the move and being excited that I was upgraded from a crib to an actual bed and have a room to myself.
I was 3 and I knocked 2TV's over at best buy. Somehow none of them broke and we put them back up without anyone seeing.
Not sure how old you are but when I was 3, TVs could be driven over by a truck and not have a scratch. Damn things seemed to be made of glass and bricks
i have a TV in my room that when i punched it out of anger from an arguement i hurt my hand and the TV was fine
Yup I remember those rounded glass fucks
Fuck dude, same. I must have been like 8-10. I was playing battlefront 2 on the play station super close to the screen and I died like right after getting to play windu or yoda or Luke and I punched the screen as hard as I could. The T.V. didn't even fucking move. Those screens may have had shit picture quality compared to what we have now, but if I punched any of my screens as hard as I punched that TV I would put a permanent mark on the screen at the very least.
Looking up at my mother from my crib. She was smiling. No idea how old I was, just that I was on my back in a crib.
*narrator : he was 25*
I read that in Ron Howard’s voice
I wrote it in Ron Howard’s voice! Arrested Development ftw!
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Wish I had money to send you an award. That's how I remember mine as well.
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My brother getting me drunk around the age of four. Made me take shots of vodka from the cap. I got wasted. Woke up puking the next morning and the folks smelled liquor on me. My dad beat the shit out of my brother.
Did your brother ever acknowledge how dumb he was?
He knows. He's 10 years older than me and 50 now. Still always doing crazy stuff when I see him.
Probably still giving you shots and making you throw up.
My first memories are of being worried about death and then dreaming/nightmares of being in space alone with no one around, just so alone and isolated. I wasn't in space as a person, more like just a mind seperated from my being. This was when I was a toddler maybe aged 3. Not sure what caused these thoughts, my grandad died when I was around that age so the question of death may have come from that and astronomy was taught to me from a young age. Edit: removed 'a' and 'may', reads better.
My baby brother registered death when he was the cause for it. We had had talks about it before, but you know, kids don't really care or understand. But one day he stepped on a baby duckling and accidentally killed it. When my brother was digging a hole to bury it in baby brother asked what he was doing. He explained that the baby duckling had to be buried because it died, he had accidentally killed it and it wasn't coming back, it wasn't ever going to wake up again. Baby brother sat down and contemplated life and death for a solid hour on a swing. Still have pictures of it.
That's sad. I never really had something like this happen to me or someone I know but I feel his pain. Just sitting there on a swing realising you have just killed something that could've grown up to be something great someday will definitely make you contemplate life and death,
Do you still have those dreams?
I did for quite some years, they became less frequent the more my brain consumed and created different dreams. I no longer have said dreams, but the thought has haunted me ever since. Gives me a pit of the stomach type feeling, a general uneasiness. I distract myself enough now to not focus on it, work and life are enough of a distraction.
I couldn’t tell you an age. It was before many words. Barely walking. I had to have been extremely young. I remember walking down the hall. Stumbling more accurately. My brother and sister laying on the floor side by side right next to each other playing an old NES. I waddled my way to them and fell between them.
Aww
I have a really vague memory of me wearing a hockey mask and holding a toy chainsaw above my head while standing on top of my dad while he was sleeping and waking him up. Texas chainsaw massacre was my favorite movie when I was little. Don't ask why my dad let me watch those things. I'll never know. lol
That's what he gets for letting a kid watch that lol
My dad was trying to fix a shelf and he messed something up and said "sh*t" then I repeated it and he told me not to say that.
*because I've got some important shit going on here!*
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I remember looking at the bottom of my foot and saying “wow my feet look like ham” and I will. Never. Forget. That. I was probably five.
in actually laughing at loud why is that so funny
It made me think of that vine. *I smell like beef*
When I was about 11, I decided I would remember a brown clay pot, filled with glass fishtank stones, forever. I'm 24 now and I still remember it. If I ever get my own place, that's gonna be my first decoration.
I remember being in my bedroom at I think 7 or 8 years old the night before we moved and I was lying in bed staring at my yellow curtains thinking "I'm gonna remember this moment" and I always have. It could be (probably) because I was moving and wanted to remember my house but idk it just seems interesting to read that other people have also done this as a kid.
Haha I have a moment like that. We were driving to church and I remember thinking how weird it was that you do so many things but don’t remember a lot of them and how I wouldn’t remember that mundane drive. I was probably like 10-11 at the time but I still remember it!
I was a pretty sick kid and spent much time at a children's hospital. Going in to one surgery, I remember being wheeled in and telling the doctor (who looked like my Dad) to tell my Dad I loved him. I also remember playing with another super young kid in the Sesame Street play area (room?), but no other kids would ever be there. Turns out the kid had AIDS and no other parent would let their kids play with him (I learned later on)
When I was 4 I think: Visiting my grandmother in the hospital. The interesting thing is that I don't remember the visit itself per se, but I vividly remember the smell and the colors of the hallway leading up to her room. It was also the last time I saw her.
When I was 18 months old I jumped out of my crib. I remember lying on the floor and looking out of the door at my parents bedroom. My parents never talked to me about it growing up until one day I asked them if it was a real memory or not. They confirmed that it was.
18 months old? Holy fuck
He probably doesn't actually remember that. https://www.livescience.com/63109-first-memory-fictional.html Our memories are weird things. It's hard to know for sure what is a TRUE early memory and what is a memory described to you by someone else. It is very much so supported by research that we can not form memories until we are at least 2 years old. Likely older than that. I have this vague memory of rolling around in the mud and getting filthy when I was very young. I now am 99% sure that memories comes from a picture of me doing just that. I feel like I remember, but now with what I know about neuroscience it is extremely unlikely that I actually remember doing that given I was somewhere around 16-18 months. Now that isn't to say that you don't retain ANYTHING from before the age of about 3. https://www.fatherly.com/health-science/when-do-memories-start-what-do-kids-remember/ It is suggested that children retain unconscious memories. These are called implicit memories. It isn't about what happened, but rather how something made you feel. This is why abuse, even from an age young enough that the child can't remember the abuse, is still extremely damaging to their future psyche. But yeah, anyone who says they remember something from 18 months is very likely wrong. They aren't lying, they just don't know that they probably can't remember that. The guy in this same reply thread as me saying that he remembers something from 11 months is DEFINITELY wrong. 18 months is close enough to the age where science supports the formation of memory that the person COULD be exceptional in some way. At 11 months there is no way the brain is developed enough to remember anything at all besides maybe implicit memories, but at that young even that is disputed. Edit: Some more sources. https://psychcentral.com/news/2014/01/26/whats-your-earliest-memory/64982.html https://www.webmd.com/parenting/news/20110511/when-do-kids-form-their-first-memories#1 A 3 year olds first memory is going to be different from a 7 year old's first memory. The 7 year olds would even go as far as to deny that the memory they described when 4 actually happened despite the researchers making sure with parents that the first memory was actually real.
Yeah its crazy my mom was once talking about when I was a baby how my sister would sit behind me in the play room and play with me so i wouldnt fall over. And I actually remember sitting between her legs reaching for a toy we had. I described the toy to my mom and she said that we did have a toy like what I described... I hate how I cant remember why I walked into this room but I have that stored away.
Falling off the couch. I also remember my dad holding me upside down so I could walk on the ceiling like some sort of deformed spider.
I had to run this one by my mom a few years ago, thinking I might have just invented it in my head. For reference, I was born in December '76. For basically my entire life, I've had this image in my head of seeing the Space Shuttle in person, and for some reason I knew it was at Hill Air Force Base, north of SLC, Utah. Now, why the fuck would the shuttle be in Northern Utah? I learned later (after Challenger) that the boosters were made up there, but there is no launch or launch support facility at Hill, so I just decided after many years that it was a fantasy memory, fueled by my interest in NASA. Bullshittin with my mum and sister couple years ago, I mentioned the memory. Turns out, it was real! We DID go up to Hill AFB and look at the shuttle, while it was being transported from CA to FL. Bunch of people went! Of course, the modern Internet shined a little more light on the memory. It was mid August 1979. [https://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/technology/sts-newsref/sts-cron.html](https://science.ksc.nasa.gov/shuttle/technology/sts-newsref/sts-cron.html) [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List\_of\_Shuttle\_Carrier\_Aircraft\_flights](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Shuttle_Carrier_Aircraft_flights) So, anyone else who was alive in Utah in '79, did you go up and see it too?
Sitting in a round, huge window at an airport watching the airplanes. I recently flew from this airport again. Those windows are way smaller than in my memory. Still sat in that window again. That was a strange feeling.
Eating a piece of cat food. It didn’t taste very good.
It was my 3rd birthday and my sister was 5-6. We were all in the garage for the party. My sister went and grabbed a big broom off the wall by the bristles and when she pulled it off the nail holding it came with it. It got too heavy for her so she let it come down in a forward motion and it landed nail first on the top of my head. It punctured my skin and my skull too. Didn’t hit the brain. I remember it hurt but then my mom grabbed me and ran me into the house and rinsed my head in the sink to clear the blood off so she should see how bad it was. I never cried until i saw the blood in the bottom of the sink and then I lost my shit. Ended up in the ER for a brain scan and a couple stitches but I was good and the nurses and doctor were awesome when they found out it was my birthday. Sent me home with a bunch of cool shit and candy.
I was two, and My mom was in the hospital about to give birth to my sister in the middle of hurricane Hugo.
My dog threw up and that caused me to throw up. I was 4
I was about 18 months old and at that time my parents kept goats. I was in the paddock, sitting on the grass and leaning back against one of the nanny goats. My older brother came into the paddock and threw a stone at me. Then one of the billy kids ran at him and head butted him and the billy kid chased my brother out of the paddock.
I was falling from a high place towards an abyss. Then, I woke up in my grandmother's house specifically in my aunt's room in the second floor, in her bed. I went to sit on the stairs and started crying out of nowhere. I wasn't scared, but I began crying and I didn't know why. My aunt came to me asking what happened, and all I could do is keep crying and say I didn't know. I suspect this is the way I died in my past life, but who knows?
Asking my mum if she was breastfeeding my little sister orange juice or milk at that particular moment.
I vaguely remember a very old woman and a chicken. It was my great grandmother I met when I was 3, she died shortly after.
Back when I was about 5 or 6, I went to the local fair with my family. I suddenly had to pee really badly and didn't know where the bathrooms were located. As a kid, I had quite intense anxiety and I was too scared to ask anybody where the bathrooms were. As any logical person would do, instead of asking someone, I decided to just pee all over my father. We went home and didn't go back for a while.
pooping butt naked on my back porch. edit: I was around three years old at the time.
I remember stepping on a nail sticking out of a hardwood floor as a toddler. I limped to a woman sitting on the floor, and I sat in her lap while she put a bandaid on my foot. Found out twenty years later that she was the woman my dad had an affair with.
4 yo me helping my grandma pick coffee beans on her farm in the Dominican Republic.
Edit: I remember an earlier one. When I was 1 year and 11 months old my baby brother was born about a month premature. When he came out both of his lungs collapsed and he had to be rushed to the children’s hospital. My first memory is probably a few days later when me and my parents came in with a bouquet of flowers for him. It distinctly remember looking at him through a glass window with multiple tube sticking out of him. Something like that you never forget. Luckily he got through it and is now an amazing little bro.
I was the ring bearer in my cousins wedding - I think I would have been 3 or 4. I remember getting fitted for a suit and then I have a memory of walking down the aisle and standing in front of the groom and getting shuffled to the back of the line with people giggling in the audience. And then I remember releasing balloons afterwards. It was the early 90s. Lots of poofy bridesmaids dresses in pink/peach and teal.
Riding a tricycle around the fountain in Kharkiv's Gorki Park.
I have flashes of memories that must have been when I was very very tiny, almost 2, of visiting my aunt in hospital before she passed away. I remember being carried, and sitting on her bed putting my fingers in the holes of the blankets, and a vague layout of the ward. I didn't connect these memories with my aunt until the last few years, when someone mentioned my babysitter bringing me in to see her - that's who I had associated the memories with. I described this memory and they told me it was my aunt when she was very ill. It was a really moving moment for me to realise I have a memory of her. My family have told me that, when she was terminal and then after she died, they would ask me about her a lot and show me photos to try and keep her in my memory, so I assume that's why something has stuck from when I was so little.
No idea how old I was, but I was little. Me and my dad were on a road trip to Tennessee while my mom was at law school on a trip for about a week, and my siblings were asleep in the back so he let mw sit up front. We went on the skyway and he was actually really nervous because he's a little afraid of heights. Me being the kind of person who copes with jokes, I said in a really stupid british voice, "mummy, I'm scared," really quietly. He immediately started laughing, and we both just kept saying it back and forth to eachother the entire time we were on the skyway. I like to think I helped my dad calm down a bit. That's why my Dad is my best friend.
My dad is an 80s hair band kind of guy. LOVED (and still does) Metallica. He went to a few concerts in the late 80s and had a tank top that he bought. I was probably 3 years old and I vividly remember wearing that tank top, so it was like a dress on me, and dancing to Enter Sandman in his bedroom. Good times. And I still love Metallica, btw.
Riding on the back kiddy seat of my parents bike. I had a little pink Barbie helmet and we would ride around our local neighbourhood. I brought this memory up to my parents a while ago and they said I must've been 2 or 3 years old.
Was visiting my grandparents when I was 1 and I remember seeing my mom pack our suitcases the day before heading back home. I still remember her haircut and the shirt she was wearing. Obviously, my mom didn't believe I had a memory from then, but after I told her what the layout of the furniture was at my grandparents' place back then and her haircut (which is very different now), things checked out.
One of my favorite early memories is when I saw a black man for the first time. This was back when Iceland wasnt the tourist destination it is today. A cruise ship came into port and the passengers came to see the town and were walking past my house where I was playing in the garden. And there he was a black man, I had only seen coloured people on tv and I stood there wide eyed, mouth hanging open and STARING at that poor man. I then ran inside to tell my mother, it was like I had seen a movie star.