you'r earliest memory

The crib playing with a little green segmented snake. At 3 or 4,the neighbor boy locking me in a closet when my so-called parents went somewhere. He was 13. I still am claustrophobic as hell. He used to shoot me with a BB gun when I was riding my trike and made me cut my drum open to "see whats inside". Nice kid. My long term memory is very good. ---(Now if I can remember where my dick is,I'll go take a pee.)

My earliest memory is probably me and my Mum painting on the kitchen table in my old house when I was about 2 ish.

i think i must have been a baby bcos i was laying in my pram, (it became my sisters pram when i was 17months old) in the garden, looking up at the sky and clouds... i remember feeling very startled by the grocery delivery mans face, suddenly filling where once was a beautiful sky...

We got our first television when I was four. I remember sneaking downstairs early in the morning and turning it on and watching the test pattern. Often, it would be hours before the first program came on, and I'd fall back asleep on the floor while waiting.

I think the earliest memory I have which is vivid and detailed ie. not a memory created around old photos and family narratives, is of falling out of the backseat of a moving car when I was about 4. P reg (1975) Ford Cortina, bright orange bodywork, chocolate brown roof.. oh yeah, very tasty. Of course, no seat belts or child locks, round a corner, door opens and I tumble out, roll over a couple of times and slide to a halt on a grass verge.

Did it hurt? Well, it never actually happened. Sure, the car was real, as was the corner, grass verge etc. I'd probably been around that corner hundreds of times in that car.. with emphasis on 'IN that car'. Yet that is still my most vivid childhood memory - a construct with only a partial basis in objective reality. happy days

but hey, saunter along the paths of cognition and you start to see that that is pretty much what memory is anyway.

I have memories back from before I could speak. I can remember toddeling around my first home climbing up cabnets and getting into all sorts of trouble. I remember snapping all of my dads pastel set... which really pissed him off.

I remember once he locked me in my room to keep me from raising holy hell (I was a terrible kid lol) and I had a dream that Ronald McDonald was filling my house with water and I couldn't get out because I was locked in the room.

I had to be 3 at the time.

well, I woke up in my front yard this morning...

One of my most vivid moments occurred as I was walking down the stairs from my bedroom and Styxx was singing Babe on the radio - I was either 4 or 5

YouTube - Styx- Babe

YouTube - Styx- Babe

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Finding the Chocolate easter bunny without a head on the bumper of my Grannies VW Bug and being freaked out about squirrels for a while after that. (the head eating culprits) I was about 2

I remember reaching for the gigantic flash attachment to somebody's polaroid camera and them pulling it away from me. They took a group picture of all the kids that night and I was barely 3 at the time.