i can remember when i was three--i was rushed into hospital with scarlet fever and id been home for two weeks when i caught pnuemonia which i nearly died from!--but through the kindness and care of my mother and the local doctor i pulled through!
I was almost two when my father returned from Viet Nam. I did not recognise him and I recall how sad he seemed. He shaved off him new mustache and then I warmed up. He was there a couple of months and then left again a couple of weeks after my brother was born. I remember the next year vividly. It was 1968 in San Diego. Many of my neighbor's fathers were gone to war. I recall the chicken pox and the neighbor's 16 y/o daughter running away to the Haight.
i'm around 4 or 5 i believe. i don't believe it when people say they remember birth. what a load of crap.
I can remember falling off my tricicle on MY 3RD BIRTHDAY and having to go to hospital because of it...
I remember vividly being 4 and my neighbors left their door unlocked when they weren't there, and so I walked inside and tore some things in their house apart...:&
i definately remember awaikening in-eutero, and wanting the hell out of beeing all cramped up in there. also having what almost have to be 'memories' or some sort of 'paramemory' of previous lives. =^^= .../\...
I remember being in a swimming pool in a rubber ring with a sunhat on when I was about a year and a half.
I can remember way, WAY back, I've got many memories of when I was three, and possibly a couple of when I was 1-2..can almost remember seeing my dog for the first time, as if in a dream...I hope i never forget it.
i remember living with my grandma while my mom was in the hospital having my sister. (she had alot of complications and was hospitalized for over 6 weeks) and i remember the day we brought my sister home. i was almost 3.
I actually have a lot of memories of when I was a baby so 0-2. But strangely I don't have any recollection of when I was 2-3, maybe it was because I was in a foster home. Oh I dunno kinda weird.
I remember not wanting my aunt's doritos because I thought they were hot. She laughed at me and told me I was silly. She died the day before my third birthday.
i remember my mom beeting the shit out of me around the age of 5 can't remember why but I still hate her for it