What Is Your Earliest Childhood Memory?

I think my first vivid memory would be my first day of junior kindergarten. I was scared and sad and extremely shy. But I was also a "suffer in silence" type and did not pull temper tantrums, so I simply cried silent tears as I, a good girl, left my mom's side and went into the classroom. I must have really looked pathetic, because my wonderful teacher had me sitting on her lap for most of the morning while we did all our introductions and played a few games.
Madame Lamoureux was her name (I will keep her first name omitted), she is long since retired, but I still see her around from time to time, and she is still the sweetest kindhearted soul, and still remembers me too.

When my twin sister and I were still in cribs, I figured out a way to get into her crib so we could play. I was maybe one or two. I climbed over the side of the crib onto a toy box. Then I went around to the other side of my sister's crib, pulled down the bottom which was unsecured (unbeknownst to my parents) and squeezed into my sister's crib. I remember it because such a fuss was made because they had no idea how I had gotten into my sister's crib!

My aunt's wedding. My mom was a bridesmaid and I remember white chairs and my mom being pregnant with my sister. I thought my mom was the one getting married so I remember being confused especially since I was sitting with my dad. I was 2 years and 3 months old.

I don't know how old I was but maybe 3 or 4 years old, and I still vividly remember the view in front of me as my dad and I came around the corner of a gentle hill on horseback, with me tucked in front.
Thank you for helping me to revisit this memory !

I was under the age of 2 because we moved shortly after I turned 2, but I remember being in a playpen very angry while my two older sisters ran around acting like birds singing "Fly Like an Eagle." It stands out because my one older sister had a speech impediment at the time and was going through therapy. She sang the song as "Fry Rike a Reago." A couple of years later, the song came on the radio and I started singing it the way I remembered: Fry Rike a Reago. It shocked everyone that I remembered.

My most vivid memory, though, is going to see Star Wars when I was just over the age of 2 and of the blizzard of 1978, also when I was 2. We found an orange cat frozen in our shed.

i'll stick to a positive memory. i was likely 3 or 4 years old, and the boy who lived next door and i climbed what seemed like a very steep and high hill that was covered in very tall field type...growth. we settled in the tall growth, and sat talking. as an adult, i drove by that (what turned out to be) a small hill, with the house i had lived in next door.

micknsnicks2mom - Your story reminds me of when I was a child, maybe 3 or 4? We planted pine tree saplings along the property line. My sister and I would jump over them like we were playing leap frog. I drive by my old house now and those trees are still there and quite beautiful. Although I would never be able to jump over them now since they are probably 30-40 feet tall.

When my brother got to be about a year old, we moved from the old house on Gomber Avenue in the middle of Cambridge Ohio, out to Creston Road, in nearby semi-suburbia. The house sat on a hill, with the garage under it, and our first floor bedrooms (brother and each got one!) looked out second story windows. Our near neighbor was a cat lady who had a big, foofy kitty that looked so much like one of @mightyboosh's cats, I almost get flashbacks reading his posts.

The kitty was very friendly, and liked us both. Baby brother was still learning to walk, so he was more worried about keeping his balance with all the foofy head-butting going on. I was engaged, and sneezed when that tail tickled my four-year-old nose. And played matador when kitty tried to head-butt my midsection . . . .

Dad held my brother up with his hand over brother's chest, and said "The kitty likes you son, he wants you to pet him!" Brother let out a shriek when dad took his hand petted the kitty with it.

Looks like the house is still there, on Google maps. Garage still tucked under there, gravel driveway, just like I remember. Little tree in front (I remember being scolded not to play with it, it was staked and tied, newly planted) is now big and tall after more than 50 years.

Playing on the front lawn with my sister, I was maybe 2 at the time, my grandmother calling us into the house and giving us a box. Inside was a white baby rabbit. I loved that rabbit.

How we remember (or mis-remember) early memories: Can you trust your earliest childhood memories?

catapault said:

How we remember (or mis-remember) early memories: Can you trust your earliest childhood memories?

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Fascinating! I think my stories here are real enough, since I was old enough to actually remember them. Pretty much started with baby brother's birth.

My earliest memory was when I was about one years old, possibly two. We lived in this apartment at the bottom of the hill and I was awakened to all of my toys floating almost within reach of my crib. The bad weather had caused the apartment to flood and I stood up and started yelling "help me, help me" and I remember the distinct sound of my Mom awakening and splashing in the water as she jumped out of bed to see what was wrong with me.

Aico & Nacho , was your mom okay after that? It seems like the sort of thing that one doesn't really get over - your mom, not you.

Kflowers said:

Aico & Nacho , was your mom okay after that? It seems like the sort of thing that one doesn't really get over - your mom, not you.

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She was okay, maybe a little traumatized because she talked my Dad into moving shortly afterwards. She wasn't staying there and waiting on a repeat performance.

Your dad moved house for her, that's a huge thing in helping her feel better.