What is Your Earliest Memory?

my earliest memory is chasing a spider on some stairs just inside the side door to my old house. i was 1 year old.

Autistic childten can remember earliestemories earlier than anyone else
Used in diagnosing autism. That and fetal crown rump th length.

Being in my Living Room at my House that I grew Up in.

Being a fetus.

Falling of my moms high bed and waking up mid flight to end hitting my head on metal poles on the floor. I was around age 2 - 3

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being in my crib during the day...crib was under a window...I remember sunshine...and then my mother picking me up...

Walking out of the ocean. But I almost think I remember being a mist or something?

Eating cereal this morning.

Before I was 6 months, crawling on my grandparent's Persian rug and studying the colors, patterns and texture.

I was flying really superfast inside a time machine that looked lie a vagina

Something kept poking me on the forehead.

In the crib just before crashing out.

Sleeping on my mother's breast at the neighbors as they watched TV.

My older sister and friends playing dress up and using me like a dress up doll. Mom was ticked off and changed me back.

Looking back especially at the last I realize that kids aren't all there. Almost like a semi conscious or half awake observer.

Traveling cross country to see Grandma for the first time.

Watching snow fall outside, on a window-pane.

My dad coming to check on me while I was at my crib

pooping my pants and hiding behind the couch....

My earliest memory I witness me as a toddler being taken from my mother and carried down a long white empty hallway by some nurse looking lady and me crying out and reaching out for mommy.. strange.. this memory aleays trips me out when I lookmback to it..

I can remember going to the dance with my dad but went home with my mom.

I was on the beach.

my dad said 'come here' and held out his arms. Then he ran down the beach ten more steps and did it again. I ran to him, i wanted him to pick me up. but every time I did, he would run a few more steps and do it again.

I was crying, I turned around to find my mom, but I just saw umbrellas and couldn't spot her, so I was afraid to go back and look for her and lose him.

He kept doing it to me the entire way down the beach to his brothers cabana (maybe a quarter mile). I cried the whole time and he never picked me up, he made me run after him while he held out his arms.

I think I was three. I was so small I was crying and wanted to be picked up and was afraid to go back because my mom appeared to be gone.

I grew up to hate my dad.

Last Edited by Craazee8 on 04/03/2015 09:19 PM

I would sit in a stroller and go under my mothers ironing board. I loved being under that freakin' ironing board for some reason. I was probably around the age of one.

Sitting in my living room in a little apartment on my dads lap and when his friends would leave we would all smell the butt part of the cushion where they sat, I was around 4. My older sister put us up to it

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Catching and then eating an insect, and thinking it was yummy. I was 2

Oh god...now that is funny

My earliest memory is coloring on bricks with crayons andy mother yelling at me.

one morning I was laying there in my crib bored cuz my parents were asleep and I wasn't gonna cry like a cry baby little bitch so I started jacking it out of boredom and busted a load of jizz on my tickle me elmo doll.

yea i used to jack it then too. don't remember it but they caught me jacking it on an ultrasound.

Too ugly a memory to say - or I'm not in the frame of mind to say - and it didn't end well...didn't remember how it ended until I was 35, during a hypnosis session.

Bridge under the water, so to speak...

pink hospital tub at around 3 months old. Maybe a little younger. They were trying to get my temperature down so Im told. I also seem to remember the pinkish hues of being born and seeing light for the first time

As a toddler, annoyed with my much older sister, I deliberately broke all her Beatles records. She was so INCANDESCENT with rage that she picked me up and held me upside down out of a 2nd floor window by my ankles. I screamed, I was terrified she'd let go. When I told my mother later, she wouldn't believe me, that my sister had done that! :o)