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It is between two memories for me. My mother doesnt believe I remember any of it and that someone like my older siblings had told me about it, but I remember things like the height's of objects relative to me and certain colors.

The first one is when my mother and father were having an arguement/fight over something or the other and (apparently I talked alot at an early age), I remember tottering into the room with wooden floors and the the floor was so close to me. How close the floor was and color of it was what sticks out most in the memory. And my father says to my mother "Youre lying!" or something to that affect, so I reply with "My mom is not a liar, you are" I didnt even know what was going on but of that I was sure with a toddler's certainty. My dad walked over and pushed me in the head so I fell over and another fight started between them about me. But honestly dont blame my dad, it was disrespectful and a lesson I think I needed to learn early, also it was a gentle rebuke I think.

My second memory is of my mom making fried chicken in a pan, and the stove was to high up for me to see exactly how she was doing it cause I was an over-active child and it smelled incredible. So naturally, like any sane child would do, I grabbed the handle and pulled it down to get a better look.
Now all i remember is some hot oil getting in my eye, but my mother told me before that it was a major part of my face that got messed up from the oil. She said I was almost 4 at the time. Of the pleothra of things i'm grateful for, it is that I wasnt permenantly scarred from it. I saw kindergarden photos of me looking completely normal.

There are a few other memories around that age but the former feels like my first because of how close the floor was, that it took up like all my vision almost. And they all involve pain, probably something to be drawn from that for myself or in general of how you/I remember the negatives much more than the positives. Idk if its part of the human condition or just me though, but I think its more than just me when I see people who bemoan their lives as a matter of conversation.

So what's your earliest memory? Those are pretty personal memories to me, so please don't be shy. Maybe it was when you wet your bed at a friends house :smug: ?
 

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There was this brick wall in my house growing up, I can remember that whole house vividly even though we moved away when I was five. The floor to the kitchen was the old school gold laminate with the tiny faded blue flowers in the corners of each square pattern, a dingy white carpet running up to it. A white couch facing the large bay windows. The brick wall divded the two rooms and I was facing the wall and crying. I turned around probably because my dad called my name. In this memory he was huge. He comes rushing over and kneels down placing a hand on my shoulder/arm. He asks me what happened, and I tell him through my tears that mom is gone and I don't know where she is. He said something and hugged me. That's where the memory fades.
There is another memory I think either older or from around the same time, but the imagery has faded now. I just know I was feeding ducks with my grandma.
I have more memories but I had to have been older because in the next ones I was taller.
 

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I remember the first day I started school when I was 4 years old. And I know I can remember things before that day. (*Thinks deeply*) Can I remember a time before I could walk? ...YES! Yes I can, I remember I was in a navy pram with a plastic cover over and a white knitted wool blanket and a yellow and red and green and blue plastic toy with a ball and a circular handle. I have to say, that was surprising.
 

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I remember the first day I started school when I was 4 years old. And I know I can remember things before that day. (*Thinks deeply*) Can I remember a time before I could walk? ...YES! Yes I can, I remember I was in a navy pram with a plastic cover over and a white knitted wool blanket and a yellow and red and green and blue plastic toy with a ball and a circular handle. I have to say, that was surprising.
You've officially reached Bean status from "Ender's Shadow".
 
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A bright construction light pointing at a dark autumn sky inside the house our nearest neighbours were building - almost certainly before I was 7, but I can't say how old I was. Maybe 5. The memory is mostly significant in indicating that even my earliest memories are Se-memories involving some strong aesthetic element, but no people; all my strongest memories are.

There must have been people there, but I don't remember them.
 
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A bright construction light pointing at a dark autumn sky inside the house our nearest neighbours were building - almost certainly before I was 7, but I can't say how old I was. Maybe 5. The memory is mostly significant in indicating that even my earliest memories are Se-memories involving some strong aesthetic element, but no people; all my strongest memories are.

There must have been people there, but I don't remember them.
People are always intruding on my memories. You're lucky
 
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People are always intruding on my memories. You're lucky
...except when I'm in a relationship, and my SO finds out I never remember anything involving her, including what she tells me.

I have a killer memory for extremely long and complex passwords though.
 
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The rough surface of the bedspread my mother placed me on after my christening - I believe I was about 1 at the time.

I do have a lot of early life memories but they're here and there, not in a continuum. Quite a few of my earlier memories are to do with sensations, and what I thought of them (Si?).
 

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My earliest memory is of a day I jumped into a pond/fountain thing at a stately home somewhere in the English countryside.

For those who don't know, a 'stately home' is a big posh historic English country mansion, many of which have had the grounds opened to the public, to be visited freely (or for the price of an admission ticket).

A bit like the picture below.



I jumped into a fountain, similar to that one. My feet and little legs got wet, and then I cried. This is my earliest memory.

I recounted the memory to my mum not long ago. She knew the day well, and was amazed I could remember it.

The funny thing is that the logical reason for me being able to remember it so well is that it was probably my first ever traumatic experience. Oh, the trauma!

I also have a very old memory of a day we went on a family holiday somewhere (possibly the east coast of England) and stayed in a caravan. I remember waking up and singing a song about butterflies to myself, while staring for a not-insignificant amount of time at the old-fashioned brown flowery patterns that had been used on most of the upholstery. It's a very vague memory though, has a sort of deep, wispy feel to it, like a whole other life. I'm amazed it still sits in my brain, actually. Brains are fucking amazing.
 

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Earliest memories ...

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Sitting on a wooden bench at the hospital waiting for my brother to be born.
I was 4.
This memory is a little fuzzy.

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Riding my sister's tricycle around the front yard of the family home while eating a strawberry Freddo frog.
Also 4 years old.
This memory is extremely colourful and vivid.

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Getting my photo taken at kindergarten with Punch (from the Punch and Judy puppet show). I was a bit of a groupie back then.
About 5 at the time.
This memory is vivid, possibly because I relived it when I saw the photo recently.
 

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It was like I was being squeezed out of the only safe, warm(but wet) home I ever knew. Then there was all this bright light, and weird people pawing at me, all sorts of instruments in their hands. "Whoa, watch it with those snippers! You're scaring me with where that was heading! Wait, hey!"

Oh, that came later. Yeah, traumatizing.
 

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I remember singing the ABCs when I was less than two and getting bored with that stupid song everyone made me sing. I have a similar memory of when I was around the same age, sitting in a high chair, and I thought, " This is what I'm doing right now. I'm going to remember this moment." And I did.
I'm not sure if I remember burning myself on candle when I was two or if I've just seen the video.
Most of my other early memories have to do with playing pretend, crying because I was too sensitive, or my third birthday party.
 

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I'm not sure if this was my first memory ever, but a very early memory I have when I was about 3-years old. We had gotten pet guinea pigs, and they were hiding in their little hut.

Me and my mom shined a flashlight so we could see the piggies in their little house. Me and my sister named them Hunny and Pooh Bear, two teddy bear guinea pigs. Other than goldifish, they were some of the first pets that I had. I want to get more guinea piggies someday. They are such adorable, timid little squeakers. :hampster:
 

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Can't say for sure, but one of the earliest is me walking through the house's doors to the yard, then to the alley, while my mother gently called my name and talked to me. I should have been younger than 19-month-old at the time, because it happened in our previous home.
 

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I remember my 3rd birthday.
My twin sister and I got a rabbit, she got a pink one and I got blue.
We were also no longer allowed to wear diapers, and I protested and said I was going to soil the house everywhere, but never did.

But I also remember, vaguely, being behind "bars" (or how do you call it) at the top of the stairs, which is definitely an earlier time when we weren't allowed to go down the stairs on our own.
 
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