Your earliest memory

[hvnlydevil]

For some reason I was searching my mind last night trying to figure this out. Made me wonder-how old are you in your earliest memory?

[mill8277]

I think I may have been a bit younger than two....my mom and I were walking my brother to the bus....

[gaylasue]

I vividly remember a traumatic event that happened in my life when I was around two years old.  I remember my real father leaving my mother and me.  I can still remember waiving goodbye to him as he was pulling out of the driveway.  My mother doesn't think I remember it.  She has never mentioned or talked about my real father to me.

[kingozzy]

one of my earliest memories is pulling my little brother around in a wagon when he was little and I was about 3 or 4.

[djohnson43]

I was three years old and riding my very first horse. And I'm not talking about  a pony in one of those places where they follow a track but a full grown horse of at least 14 hands high. His name was Silver and belonged to cousins who were several years older then me. After that I was hooked.

[bretay]

i dont really remember a lot of my childhood..not a lot of stuff to remember..my husband remembers things from his at all ages..the youngest around 2 i think..his grandfather was sick and he remembers asking him a question

[msmoneybags48]

I remember that I was nine years old when I told my mother and grandmother I wish I had a father; everyone else had one.  My mother told me to go to bed and said my father was no good.  She left out the fact that she and my grandmother made a decision to keep me away from him.  He died when I was 2.  I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.  It hurt worse than if they punched me in the stomach.  I also vividly recall the day that my grandmother told me my mother didn't want me when she gave birth to me, and I surmised that she treated me the way she did because she didn't want me.  In retrospect, I know she treated me differently than she did my sister, brother and youngest sister, but they revered the ground she walked on.  These are things I would not wish on my worst enemy.

[tinaryerson]

4 or 5 years old

[dmahoney]

I was born in 1963. I remember my dad coming home from the Vietnam war for a visit and I was in ruffled bloomers.

[weased]

For some reason I was searching my mind last night trying to figure this out. Made me wonder-how old are you in your earliest memory?

  I can remember as far back as 5 yaers old. I`m 55 and I can remember tripping my sister accidently on roller skates and getting trouble for it

[jkhanson]

I was 4 years old when I was very sick.....Mom thought I had the flu (vomit) for a week.

When all I could bring up was stomach bile, she took me to the doctor.  I went straight to surgery for Appendicitis.

I remember the Nuns who visited me as I was in a Catholic Hospital.  They would make me laugh.  I remember the toy room had benches under the windows.  The toys were kept in those benches.

When I was discharged, I got to spend a week at my Grandma's house so that my siblings would not rough house with me.  And also my hospital roommate had given me Chicken Pox.

Grandma had given me the choice of a baby doll or a monkey.

I chose the baby doll.  It had lots of little accessories which she let me spread out on the coffee table. 

When I went back home, all the accessories vanished in a short time since I was one of 4 kids by that time....

I, of course, have my scar to remember this

[potluck6]

I was maybe 2-3 remember crawling on the floor and finding what I thought was candy but it was a crayon put it in my mouth and was very disappointed. That was all I remember until kindergarden.

[ro901]

I remember that I was nine years old when I told my mother and grandmother I wish I had a father; everyone else had one.  My mother told me to go to bed and said my father was no good.  She left out the fact that she and my grandmother made a decision to keep me away from him.  He died when I was 2.  I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.  It hurt worse than if they punched me in the stomach.  I also vividly recall the day that my grandmother told me my mother didn't want me when she gave birth to me, and I surmised that she treated me the way she did because she didn't want me.  In retrospect, I know she treated me differently than she did my sister, brother and youngest sister, but they revered the ground she walked on.  These are things I would not wish on my worst enemy.

I can relate to this very well. I have some very early memories from my biological family which fell apart by the time I was 5. I don't really like to talk about it much.

[smithjcsdfw]

In my earliest memories I am 4 years old and sitting in a little red chair listening to my mom and dad.

[pmagalei]

I was about 3 or 4 and going to pre-school. Whenever I get sick I would stay home and my dad would stay home with me. Every morning I could still smell the aroma of fresh  doughnuts from the bakery in front of our house. My dad would always go there and buy me some doughnuts with milk. Some days, I would pretend to be really sick so I can just have donuts. I am pretty sure my dad knows I was faking it. But that memory still sticks with me of my late father. I think I know why my kids fake getting sick from school because I used to do it. And they love the samoan breakfast they get from me when they do.