What's your first memory?

recylingbin

A lot of people have memories from when they were toddlers. Not me. I remember being about 4 and playing football on the lawn. But I don't even remember it. I remember remembering it, if that makes sense.

Valetta

Being carried up Nelson's pillar.

It cost my uncle 3d.

byronbay2

I remember my first day at school quite clearly - I was 4 years and 2 months. Not a dicky-bird before that!

Timberrrrrrrr

First day at school is one that sticks with me, Also vividly remember standing in my cot looking out the window during the summer at my sisters playing outside and crying because I had been put to bed, think I was about 2 years old, now I can't even remember what I ate for dinner last night

recylingbin

Valetta wrote: »

Being carried up Nelson's pillar.

It cost my uncle 3d.

Nah. I don't remember that.

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

I think many of our early memories are suggested memories from photos or family members recounting incidents.

I recall, at just under 4 years old, my brother being born at home and the hustle and bustle in the house with aunts minding us while we weren't allowed into my mother's room. But, then again, as we were told about it so often as children, I can't be sure it's a genuine memory.

New Years Eve 1999. I was 3 years 8 months. We were all at my grandparents house watching firecrackers for the new millennium. I was sitting on the back door step beside my cousin, thought it would be hilarious to push her off, she plonked over onto her head and I got sent into bed.

Winty

I went to a disco with my Dad and went home with my Ma

Whitewinged

Playschool and planting what i think was a daffodil bulb in a yoghurt pot.

I heard it said that you really just remember the last time you remembered something so the memory changes slightly every time you recall it, bit like chinese whispers but not always as drastic.

bladespin

I can remember back to about 1 and a half, I stuck my hand in a bucket of hot ashes and got pretty badly burnt, I don't remember the pain though I'd say it was excruciating, I just remember my gran screaming crying and running with me out to the car, the doctors after that.

Whitewinged

bladespin wrote: »

I can remember back to about 1 and a half, I stuck my hand in a bucket of hot ashes and got pretty badly burnt, I don't remember the pain though I'd say it was excruciating, I just remember my gran screaming crying and running with me out to the car, the doctors after that.

ouch...yea that's probably something you wouldn't forget!

Menas

I can remember getting in a lot of trouble for squeezing ketchup in my sisters mouth when she was a bavy in a pram. So that would make me about 3 at the time.
Never did like her much.

Mr.Carter

I remember going out with my dad and going home with my mother....



Ah ..wintry got in 1st

Pherekydes

The earliest memory I can date reliably is Kennedy's visit in June '63, when I was 3 yrs 2 mths.

I was one year and nine months old. It was my little sisters Christening and we were having sausages for tea. I decided little sis would like a sausage too. Now, the silly parent who left the Moses basket on the bedroom floor should take some of the blame! How was I to know that a 2 week old couldn't eat a full sausage, no matter how delicious? Got the first of many beatings over that little bi**h! I can even remember the tartan coloured pyjamas I was wearing!

darkpagandeath

Entering the Sol system.

the evasion_kid

Christmas morning,walking down the stairs of our old house and my sister telling me Santa Claus left us stuff.

Sonics2k

I have a pretty good memory, but the most vivid is one from when from about 1987, so I was 3 years old.

My parents were teaching me how to do the Time Warp dance from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the rug we had in the front room was the perfect size for the positions in the dance.

Badly Drunk Boy

My first memory that I can associate with a particular time is the first day of school, although there are others things that I remember that may have been just before or just after.

I always thought I remembered the events leading up to the time I got my stomach pumped at the age of 18 months, but realised that it was a false memory when I re-heard the story as a grown-up. It was only boring white paint that I drank, not the exotic yellow jasmine paint of my memory. (For years as a child, there was a tin of yellow paint, 'Jasmine', in the shed that I convinced myself was the stuff that was pumped out of me).

Winty wrote: »

I went to a disco with my Dad and went home with my Ma

Is this to do with gender-fluidity or something?

Crumpets

Sitting in my cot late at night drinking a little carton of milk while all my relatives were having a party downstairs

kfallon

Deleted User wrote: »

New Years Eve 1999. I was 3 years 8 months. We were all at my grandparents house watching firecrackers for the new millennium. I was sitting on the back door step beside my cousin, thought it would be hilarious to push her off, she plonked over onto her head and I got sent into bed.

Ah here, ffs......

josip

Very vivid. I was 3 years old because I hadn't started school. My mother came into the living room, screamed and jumped up on a chair and continued screaming.
Not long after, my granny came in with a cane and proceeded to poke in behind the dresser for a bit before my mother got down from the chair.
It was only sometime later that I found out that a mouse ran in to the living room and in behind the dresser.
I can still remember the clothes my mother and granny were wearing that day.
That was the day that my mother's personal hell really began, because there's nothing as funny for a small boy as knowing that his mother is scared of mice, spiders, frogs, worms, etc. Real or artificial. On the chair or under the bedclothes.

Mike Guide 69

In my instance, it was a like a weird memory or recollection, but it was vivid as I could instantly remember it, but I'd say I was only a few months old and it was like a lens opening on a camera,my mind was awake and I looked around and I distinctly remember I was in a carry cot been carried by my mum, I could hear the footsteps from my mum carrying me and around there was snow on either side, real wintery sort of scene. I'd say it lasted only a few seconds and then I went back asleep.

Sorry if it sounds a bit existential the way I described it, but it was weird and a bit cool I guess.........

OneOfThem

My second birthday. I was waiting at home with my elder siblings, my parents had been out since before I woke up. There was a tense electricity, whipped up by talk of the possibility of a birthday puppy, in the air. A vague recollection that I had spent the previous few weeks calmly putting forward a reasoned and considered argument as to why such a puppy was essential to my continued participation in the family unit. My parents had finally agreed that the possibility would be considered, as long as I adhered to a birthday puppy moratorium, but no promises.

They arrive home. My mother walks through the door... puppyless as the day she was born. OK... OK... One down, one to go, we're still in the game here. My Father follows. My eyes dart from his hands to his feet to the doorway behind him repeatedly over and over again as the realisation slowly solidifies in my head that he is also sans puppy, and that was my last out... and my world starts to tear apart at the seams.

My eyes start to sting as the tears build up unbidden, a lump the size of a cannon ball forms in my throat. I manage to compose myself just enough to whisper out "...puppy..?".

My Father looks at me and says "sorry, we went down to look but all the puppys were gone".

Can't hold it together any longer. The tears start to flow. There never was a puppy. There never will be a puppy. The puppy is a lie. Game over.

And there is where I would have dedicated myself to a life of super villainy.

But something's off, something's not as it should be. Movement. There. The jacket in my Father's arms. There's movement there. And a second later, two gigantic brown orbs staring up at me from the little black fluffy head that had wriggled it's self out through an opening in the jacket. The fabled birthday puppy. It's real. Apparently I have two gigantic asseholes for parents, but none of that kind of thing matters any more, because I'm a two year old boy with his very own birthday puppy, and that means everything is going to be amazing from here on out.

DEFTLEFTHAND

Blue beach ball in a Maltese swimming pool. About 22 months old.

Duggy747

I was pre-playschool age anyways but I remember looking out the front door letterbox asking where my sister was and the mother telling me she was at school.

Was pretty sure I was wearing a stylish onesie, too.

mickstupp

I was three. There was no carpet in the house at the time and my younger sister was having her nappy changed. I was running up and down the room trying to avoid what I thought was a giant cloud of smell. Stinky sister.

chakotha

My first memory must be when around 2 and my dad was holding me while going to make a call in a phone box and I got my thumb caught in the door. It must have hurt - there was loads of blood and we had to find a doctor.

RikkFlair

3 years old and hiding under the kitchen table from the Incredible Hulk on tv. Didn't like him when he was angry :pac:

Galwayguy35

First day at school back in 1979 is the first clear memory I have, few vague ones from before that.

Mesrine65

This thread has made me realise that I actually have very little recall of my childhood years, only memories gained from viewing photographs.

looksee

I have a few snapshot memories from my childhood. The earliest one my mother denied I could possibly remember, but the image is there so I don't know if I created it myself. I had to go to hospital/outpatients to get some treatment on my face for a birthmark. I was a small baby, possibly around 1. The treatment was with some sort of radiation (!) and my mother sat with me on her lap and held me firmly so I kept still. I was not at all frightened. I remember a rather basic empty-ish room, a wooden chair and a machine that I cannot define.

One that is more reliable is being in a push-chair - one of the old fashioned metal frame and basic seat affairs - and resting my head against the metal frame so I could feel the vibration from the road against my head. I would have been no more than 2.

SEPT 23 1989

a white room with black curtains

Vex Willems

Two that stick from when I was about two, one being in hospital and the other our kitchen engulfed in flames. It's ok, I survived both.

Mister Vain

Hulk Hogan body slamming Andre The Giant at Wrestlemania 3.

Whitewinged

Mister Vain wrote: »

Hulk Hogan body slamming Andre The Giant at Wrestlemania 3.

Haha i do have a memory of watching it one night and it was revealed that Lovely Elizabeth was with Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage was pissed! Probably around 1989?

Junkyard Tom

Being at a country fayre and riding on the back of a Woolly Mammoth.

Ruu

Hiding from Supergran! Hated it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtymNiYlSD4

School was another one, my cousin bawling his head off, teacher tried to calm him down and he went mental, pulling posters off wall, kicking door. His Mam had to be called to bring him home. Great first day at school.

endacl

I remember staring at a (very 70s looking) tea tray hanging on a kitchen wall. Which was very 70s chic. Tea tray? Up on the wall with it! It was round, and had a four-way geometric pattern in browns and oranges.

My mother confirmed the memory a few years back. We did indeed have such a tray hanging on the wall, which didn't travel with us when we moved from that house, when I would've been about 20 months old.

Señor Fancy Pants

My oldest memory is of myself sitting on a beach and then being hit by a wave and tumbling through the water.

Couldnt have been a big one, just a normal one breaking on the beach. I remember having zero control and panicking. Could feel the wave pulling me out. Someone finally grabbed me.

I was about 3 and on Silver Strand in Galway.

Samaris

One of my earliest definite memories is being in a wood full of bluebells, which were higher than my head. I couldn't see my family and I got upset. Maybe about three in that memory.

Another very early memory is being in hospital and really needing to go to the toilet. I have a feeling that my mum had been staying in a bed near me because I was pretty sick and inclined to get nervy, but she wasn't there at that point. It took me ages to clamber out of the tall bed and by the time I did, I no longer needed to go (or maybe I went and came back, I can't remember now!) And then I couldn't get back into the bed again! I think I was found by a nurse, standing by the bed and whimpering. She was nice to me. I think I would have been about two at this point? It may have been a later occasion though, but I was certainly very small compared to the bed!