what is the furthest back you can remember?

in your life?

for me, probably about 3 years old, I was in a car crash and I was on the floor board of the car..dont remember to much else..things seem to get hazier the older I get.

 

i remember bein in nursery and being told to go play with the trains as a punishment cos i'd been putting green plasticine which i was pretending was poison in the plasticine "food" that the girls were having a pretend tea party with.

 

I'm pretty amazed that I have a memory of being flat on my back in a crib and big, giant, garrish faces moving in and smiling/talking at me. But I was "born scared" and was probably freaked out by that. The memory is clear and I think that powerful emotional triggers connected make something stick nearer to conscience than they regularly do. Maybe I remember that because I was trying to figure out these giant painted monsters that were cooing at me and I didn't trust 'em. If I had giggled probably wouldn't remeber it at all.

 

Crib for me, with a a little segmented toy snake for a buddy.

 

I remember, falling over ice and crying. My mother gave to me some chocolate, and I was normal. ) It is strange to me, in my mind I am watching myself from distance, sat on our apartment steps.

 

I reckon about when I was 18months or so. I can remember quite a bit of when I was 2 yrs 3 months. Going to the doctors, when my brother was born, going on holiday. Being attacked by a "giant" cat (who weighed 7lbs...) hehe. And I remember how disorientated I could feel with ear ache, and the room spinning, and being afraid to use the stairs and stuff.

 

I remember potty training so 2 or 3ish. My parents weren't good about writing my milestones down. I know no details of when I did anything. I think they lost their camera between my 1st and 2nd birthday. NO pictures.

 

I remember sitting at my grandparent's kitchen table. I was really small. I was holding my fork backwards and accidentally jabbed my grandfather in the arm. My mom said "honey, be careful with your fork". My grandfather patted me on the head smiled and helped me turn my fork around right so I could eat.

 

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I remember being about 5 yrs old when my Dad took me to the automat on 42nd st.. The coolest place ever

I really dont have any memories of cribs, or anything before 3-4-yrs old. I think I remember visiting relatives around the Bronx but very very vague,,nothing specific

 

The first memory that I recall would be riding my bicycle down the hill outside my old house hitting a rock, flying over the handle bars, nailing another rock with my knee and tearing all the skin and muscle off of it. I was 10 or so.

 

I remember being in my baby swing. I also remember being bathed in the kitchen sink when I was a baby. lol

 

I remember rolling over on my arm and spraining it when I was a baby and I remember my parents coming in the room when I started crying and scolding my brother because he was supposed to be watching me.

my second memory is being pushed in the stroller by my dad and seeing a huge (to me at least) orange snake. He killed that sonovabitch.

 

Last week.

 

Just over 2 years old and my sister was just home from being born. Her umbilical cord came off and I thought she was dead. I honestly thought I had broken her.

 

Good thread!

I remember standing in my crib and wanting my mom to come in the room. I was probably 1 or 2. I remember staring at the door of my room. Feeling like I was in prison! I didn't know what prison was, obviously, but not being able to leave my crib and forced to nap, it was really boring. I thought I was going to be stuck there forever.

 

I remember all the way back to 3 past lives.

 

Me too. I thought I recognized you Miss Joan of Arc.

 

Crib, no doubt :2thumbsup:

The 1st song burned forever into my memory..........



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBi61pgDUP8"]Styx - Babe 1980 - YouTube



hotwater

 

i have a vague recollection of myself and several of my friends being pushed out of my dad's urethra, swimming down a long tunnel, and me beating all my buddies into this big egg-looking thing.

 

First memory I can remember was riding in my old man's old muscle cars. Or maybe that's the only ones I chose to remember, who knows.

Haha. I was an escape artist, one time or so I've been told I was 'napping' and my mom heard a bunch of noise outside. She went outside and there was a group of people standing under the 2nd story window. She looked up and I had climbed out of my crib and pushed the screen out and was sitting on the window sill with my legs outside dangling. Just looking around and smiling. She described the time running upstairs as the longest 30 seconds of her life.

Shit, I wasn't gonna jump. Just chillin :2thumbsup: