What is your earliest childhood memory?

I remember being in the front car booster-seat (child booster-seats were in the front seat back then, between driver and passenger) with my mom driving. My sister was to my right. We were headed down a steep hill in Winston-Salem, NC when we hit an ice patch. My sister screamed because we were sliding down a hill toward a busy intersection, but mom being a Pittsburgh girl got control back and we zipped up a side street with no problem. It was my sister's scream that made it memorable. I was three at the time (according to my mom).

I also remember watching the cadets at West Point marching to music like The Washington Post when my brother attended there when I was 4.

A woman screaming and large groups of hot guys...I have no idea why these events would be so memorable to me at such a young age... ;)

I have lots of early childhood memories......but uncertain of the order and age I was. I just know I have memories of things that meant something to me.

My mother was a teacher so she paid someone to take care of me while she worked. There were 2 different ladies that took care of me in their home. One from birth to age 3......and then my brother was born and mom hired a family friend to come into our home. And mom worked part time for a while (substituting) until a teaching position became available after she had my brother.

Anyways, I remember being like 2 years old at the babysitter's house...... I called her "Bee". There was another little boy there she was taking care of and he was a few months younger than me. I remember intentionally shutting a door on his finger just because I could. And I guess I wanted to see what would happen. Of course afterwards I felt horrible and I sat down and cried with the friend. I don't think the babysitter was paying attention or she didn't think that I knew that what I did was wrong.....or maybe she just didn't have a clue.....but she was consoling me like I was the one that got my finger shut in the door too. And a footnote.......I have always felt bad for shutting my friends finger in a door and I apologized many many times to my childhood friend that I went all through school with and I am still good friends with to this day. But his version is that he shut my finger in the door. (I think I confused everyone when I sat down and cried because I thought I was in big trouble)

I have tramatic memories when my brother was born. My mother went into labor early and had to be rushed to the hospital. The hospital wouldn't let me be with my mother. So, my great aunt that I barely knew had to practically come to the hospital....capture me, take me out of the hospital kicking and screaming and then hold me hostage at her house. I was a pretty fiesty almost 3 year old. I remember trying to escape a couple of times.... (there I am running with this fifty something year old woman right behind me).......my aunt lived right down the street from the hospital.

I remember the day we brought my little brother home from the hospital. I was so excited and proud. But he sure wasn't what I was expecting. I thought he would be able to crawl. Mom put him in my arms and I took him into the hall in front of my room and put him down and I was very dissappointed that he didn't know how to crawl. Mom kind of freaked out and asked me what I was doing.......I told her that I was showing the baby my room. She picked the baby up and put him in his crib and told me stuff like babies don't know how to crawl right away.....they have to develop their muscles so they can. And that I am this baby's big sister and I get to help teach him how to do stuff. Anyways it got me all excited about being a big sister.

My first memory is of my father yelling and abusing my sister, then kicking her out of home (she was 16). At the time I was playing with a toy train and loved hearing the sound it made when it rolled along, however i knew something wasn't right and was trying to play with the train as quietly as possible as to not draw attention to me.

For the next couple of nights I cried myself to sleep, remembering my mum trying to comfort me that my sister had just gone on holidays, when really I knew that she wouldn't be coming back....It was emotional as my mum worked many jobs to give us a home, so my sister was like a fill in mum.

I don't rightly know!
So many to select from.


All before I started school the following happened:

I awoke early one morning, went about the apartment and fell. I split my nose open and bled all over my stuffed bear. Soon after my mother awoke, threw the bear in the trash and scorned me for not having stayed in bed until either she or my grandfather said it was time.

Leaving Gimbels at the basement level to catch the subway train-a store thief ran out and knocked me down, my mother grabbed me by the hand and continued with me to the subway.

Getting off the train at Coney Island, the shovel from my pail and shovel set fell out between the train and the platform-my uncle said he'd show me how to use my hands to form sand creatures, we got to the beach and he saw a female and abandoned me to my grandfather who sat on a bench most of the day drinking water (occasionally getting up to go use the facilities and dragging me along-not that I objected to going to the bathroom and seeing those handsome men pissing. The facility also had some showers directly opposite the urinals=naked men (and even then I knew what I liked {although Saddy's girlfriend that day wasn't bad either}).

And getting off the train on the return from The Worlds Fair, as the doors shut and the train started to leave, I realized I'd left my plastic dinosaur on the seat. In never saw it again.

The night after JFK was murdered, the window shade popped and I thought it was gunfire as I had been told there would be guns fired in retaliation for what had happened to him.

Somewhere in there I was in the hospital, quite ill, and stared at a window wondering where everbody had gone to. A few days later, while in an isolated room, I looked out a different window and saw children playing. Some jokester had placed the isolation room of pediatrics next to the children's play area. It still hurts!

Not yet in school, my grandfather took me along to take one of my sisters to school. She fell and hit her head against the lamp post and we went to a hospital for her to be repaired. They had funny looking women there with funny hats. It was a Catholic hospital and the women were probably nuns.

I took my grandfather's tobacco pouch and threw it out the window along with a box of brussel sprouts. The police officer walking by was not amused and told me that little boys like me got taken away and never had sweets ever again. I cried because I really liked that police officer (he was a regular fixture in the area, walking a beat). I never threw anything out the window again.

i can remember my parents looking down on me in the crib and singing a song about moo cows. i remember quite clearly that i liked them. they died when i was 13 months old so before then.

I have so many childhood memories, just can't recall which came first in order. That's too much baggage to carry, it was purged from the memory banks for more important long term memories that are more applicable for my day to day and even future.

I remember when I was just shy of my 2nd birthday, spring of 1975, playing with this little red and white ball, kicking it in front of my parents' house.

My earliest memory is watching my Mother and father and friends dancing to Bossa Nova music in my aunts living room. I remember lying on my stomach in the living room listening to Winnie the Poo records while drawing pictures . I also remember "Cooking" up an unholy stink on my radiator by my bed consisting of crayons, finger paint and popcorn from the circus...

How are you weirdos pin-pointing such things lol? I have a plethora of earliest memories, but I can't recall how old I was or which one was earlier, lol.

Earliest memories....

This has been the source of much kidding in my family because my brothers and sister don't believe I could possibly remember.

One of my first memories was waking up in the middle of the night crying in my crib and my father picking me up, putting my head on his shoulder and singing to me to get me back to sleep.

Another one....

We were one of the first in our family and in the neighbourhood to have TV. I can remember a house full of people with all our chairs lined-up in front of the TV so everyone could watch the coronation of Queen Elizabeth which I think was in 1953 which would make me about 2

I think it is amazing that people can remember things so early.

i think the earliest i can remember was when i fell out of bed and i cried silently, not calling out for help or anything, until i was discovered on the floor maybe 10-30 minutes later... i may be 3 years old when this happened, but i'm not sure...

the same thing happened to me when i was a few months old (so i don't know this happened at all), i fell from the crib (i dunno how that was possible) and i even broke my arm... i was only told about this by my mom and sister..

i was an accident prone baby.. :(

a Laverne & Shirley episode...

I remember being in a crib beside a window and somebody, maybe my mum, bringing a baby into the room. They put my brother in the crib with me and lifted me out. I was two years old. After that I had a bed across the room with a sideboard to keep me from rolling out. I remember climbing into the crib to play.