earliest memory?

what is your earliest memory? i am always interested in stuff like this...

 

i woke up and looked through my crib at my sisters bunkbed in the middle of the night. that's the whole memory. real meaningful, huh?

 

Riding in my stroller down the sidewalk. I have no idea who was pushing it, I assume my mom.

 

Looking from my crib at my dad who was explaining the cause of this sound, the sound of wind vibrating the weather stripping around a window....yellow carpet.

 

Climbing on a red old couch in our apartment in Russia, and asking my mom: "mama, i'm 2, right?" (in Russian, obviously).. and her answering "No, you're 1"



Yep... that.

 

When I was less than a year I remember when my parents put that fence thing by the stairs so I couldn't get up tthe stairs. I out-smarted them and went under it .

 

Being at the beach when I was about 2 years old.

 

Earliest thing I remember is that I was shitting my pants and laughing about it. Ofcourse my mother did not like it since she had to clean it.
At that time I was about 25 or 26.

 

Playing outside with the fairies. I swear I thought I saw fairies. I was two years old.

 

sleeping in a church because my mother couldn't pay the rent... was probably 2...

 

you can't remember before you were 25? what kinda drugs are you on, man?

 

he probably doesnt remember

 

playing in my fav. big cardboard box

 

Crying in the bathroom at preschool and not wanting my mother to leave.

 

I guess I was around 3 and a half or so, I had gotten a big wheel for my birthday and I was riding it around the pool with all my extended family around. my brother jumped out in front of me so I tried to avoid him and drove off the edge into the deep end - my grand father jumped in and pulled me out.


ah the trauma

 

I remember going to a picnic with my father and leaving with my mother.

Just joking, i don't remember my earliest memory.

 

Dude, I am not on drugs I think.

 

This is an educational memory....next time you'll just run him over, right?

 

My earliest memory is that my house - well, very old house - had stairs.

 

Yes, it was. When we grew older and started skiing, if the bastard stopped in front of me, he knew he was doomed.