What is your earliest childhood memory?

What is your earliest childhood memory?

I was in chat at about 3:00 AM today when conversation started to lag and someone asked, “What was your earliest childhood memory?” I knew mine right off.

Mine is of a Sunday morning in 1969, I was about 3 years old. I wouldn’t finish my breakfast and we were going to be late for church. At that time we were attending my father’s family’s church; in Red Bank. It was a 40 minute drive and services were in the 2-3 hour range.

My mom always packed a bottle for me in her purse to calm me when I got fidgety mid-service. Well she told me if I did not finish my breakfast she would not only, not bring a bottle to church, she would throw them all out. I did not finish my breakfast. She did not bring a bottle with her; and I screamed and cried so much in church, we had to leave. I was unconsolable.

After that I decided that I would no longer drink milk unless it was served in a bottle. My mother is a woman of her word and all bottles had been thrown out. She took me to the doctor afraid my little body would shrivel up and die. The doctor said, “Give her chocolate, or strawberry milk, or maybe Ovaltine.” Nestlé’s Quik did the trick! I have not consumed a glass of white milk since that Sunday 38 years ago. So that is not only my earliest memory, but I think the first argument, I ever had with my mom J

I called her this morning to ask if she remembered that day. She did. Mom and I often remember things differently. But on this we were quite clear. Our memories of that day are identical. We laughed about it.

Side Note: The problem wasn’t as much the bottle as it was the fact I was so tall for my age. Mom has always been concerned about appearances. Also, my mom was a tad concerned I’d go to kindergarten in 2 years bottle packed in book bag. Apparently she had been trying to wean me from the bottle for over a year. She had stopped the 3:00 AM feedings . . . but my dad didn’t because he couldn’t stand to hear me cry in the middle of the night. Yes, at 3 years of age I was still drinking from a bottle and getting one in the middle of the night as well. Though I ate all manner of table food, all beverages had to be served in a bottle or I wouldn’t drink. Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit spoiled. Do you think this is the start of me being high maintenance?


So, what is your earliest childhood memory?

my earliest memory is of running away from home, im told it was just before my third birthday, id got into quite a mess whilst playing in the garden and decided i didnt want to come inside and get cleaned up for dinner, instead i decided i was going to see my grandparents so off i went without telling anyone, i remember sneaking away knowing i wasnt allowed to go do far alone and hiding behind my grandfathers chair when my dad came looking for me lol

3 years old-sh.. getting my ears pierced.. and this certain place used air guns.. and it got clamed on my ear, and I was petrified... I waited till I was 15 to get my ears done again.. and now have 13 ear piercings, and 5 body piercings...so it must have not been that tramatic.

My earliest memory is from before I had any language. If I could talk, I would have called my mother instead of crying. I could hear someone stirring sugar into a teacup. This is what woke me. I was strong enough to stand and hold furniture, which is what I did. I stood up in my crib. I wanted out! I remember wanting to get out so very badly. I made an attempt to get out. I got my head over the rail, but as my center of gravity shifted, and I felt myself about to fall, I panicked, and tossed myself back into the crib. Still wanting out, I cried. A chair scraped against the floor in the dining room, and my grandmother spoke. My mother came in to hold me and kiss me.

hummmmm.... my earliest would be watching my Mom out in the snow digging out the walkway, she spied me in the window and stopped what she was doing and made tiny snowballs to toss at the window to make me laugh........ damn! how I miss that Woman and Mother’s Day is so bitter sweet for me as she passed two days after in 2001.

Sorry for your loss, witch.

It was New Year's Eve...I went to the party with my father, and left with my mother.

Seriously though, I remember having a stutter. My nursery school teacher would patiently makeme repeat what I said (more and more slowly each time) until I said what I wanted to without stuttering.

I am very grateful to her today because I soon learnt to speak without stuttering...and......noooo.......I......do......n ot......speak.......like.....this!

I love your signature njqt466!

My earliest memory was a niece who was three months older than I was pushing a stroller with her little brother in it down the grass and dirt driveway (we was poor and didn't own a car so no need for concrete or gravel). The stroller turned over and we stood and watched as my nephew rolled out of the stroller screaming and crying. My sister (the babies mother) came running out of the house and picked him up and ran back in the house with him. Little fucker never was right after that. (Just kidding lol ) Anyway that was my first memory of childhood. We was 3 years old going on 4.

I have childhood memories, that have simply faded into events. That is earlier in life I could graphically remember virtually every vivid detail as best one could expect. Now they're simply bullet points in my mind, an event with a brief description. I'm more concerned with the current moment, even the future, than with the past. The world comes at us so fast, what happened just a few years ago, I find is less relevant as I try to address the future in my plans.

sorry folks! but the acid drenched 80s wiped out ALL childhood memories.many people lose days,hell,ive lost 30years!

Thank you for your kind word, AlteredEgo

my first memory concerns a few months before the 3 years of age...it was the month of May, I am of July, I was with mother and dad on the dock to fish in the evening...I held the surprise of the egg kinder...
all of a sudden two friends of dad have arrived, with their daughter, my contemporary...and I remember to have given her the surprise of the egg, it was a plastic ring, and I told her if she wanted to become my fiancée...
I remember me this thing as if he had been yesterday... and instead they are already spent 32 years...

My earliest memory was when i was 2 and we were at the Drive-In movies with the family watching ET, it was a little chilly outside so we packed yellow blankets. It was the few times my Grandma was with us somewhere.

I also remember the red carpet in our first church, mom said i was under a year old. But i distinctly remember the stage set up and the carpet. There's a ton of things i cant remember from a year ago strangely.

When I was two years old and walking, I learned the words "I'll be right back".

We were in the old part of my dad's church, before the new one was built. My parents, sister and brother were up near the pulpit...I remember wanting to go out the front door and open them myself so I said : "I'll be right back!" I could hear my family's laughter echoing through the empty sanctuary all the way outside where I had made my way.

some asshole in a mask slapping me on the ass.