BS: Your First Memory?

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Joe_F
Date: 09 Jul 07 - 10:26 PM

When I was two, we lived in Florida, and there was a grapefruit tree in the yard. My father would pick grapefruits up off the ground and throw them up into the tree. Sometimes they wouldn't come down, and I particularly liked that.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: GUEST,Shimrod
Date: 10 Jul 07 - 12:57 PM

I have an early memory that doesn't make a lot of sense. My grandmother lived in a house in a sort of cul-de-sac at the end of which was a brick wall. My memory is of viewing the night sky above the wall. The stars were out and there was a constellation in the shape of a wheelbarrow (in fact there may have been a wheelbarrow in the sky).

... it was probably a dream ...

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Becca72
Date: 10 Jul 07 - 01:13 PM

I have several distinct memories, all from around the age of 2, though I have no idea which ones came first.

one is of dropping acorns down a hole in the front lawn that I had seen a chipmunk come in and out of. I spent days helping him collect acorns, always waiting until he was gone because I was afraid of hitting him in the head. I was crushed when my sister, 12 years older, told me he wouldn't eat my acorns because they smelled like "people".

I also remember finding a dead rat in our yard and for some reason thought he needed a last Hoorrah and pulled him around in my snow sled (it was the middle of summer) for quite a long time. I don't remember what happened after his ride concluded, though.

I also remember asking my father why there were no blue snakes around, because I liked the color blue at the time. Like any good father would, he wanted to give me what I was asking for so we got a can of blue spray paint out of the garage and went snake hunting. Found one, too. I remember laughing as the poor bastard slithered off into the brush with a bright blue line down his back.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Linda Goodman Zebooker
Date: 11 Jul 07 - 01:55 AM

The first dreams I remember were when I was just two. One was in black and white. I climbed up some wooden steps and turned on the bathroom faucets, but fire came out. (I had recently been hospitalized because I was scalded by a coffeepot at my grandmother's house - I don't remember that at all) My other dream was walking through sort of a fair with rows and rows of long strings of beautiful brightly colored beads hanging down.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Ebbie
Date: 11 Jul 07 - 02:21 AM

That's interesting, Linda. I have never thought of that. I remember a recurring dream - nightmare, really- when I was 7 or so but I'll have to think of any earlier ones.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: JennyO
Date: 11 Jul 07 - 04:23 AM

My first real memory was of the day we moved house from Parkes to Goulburn (which means I was about 2 or 3). I remember sitting on the floor in an empty back room of the house we were about to leave. The afternoon sun was streaming in and there was a blowfly buzzing.

As for an early dream - not sure exactly when it was, but probably around 5. I dreamed I was in the backyard in a sandpit and the sand was draining away through the bottom, like a giant sieve, and you could see just a black hole underneath. I had that dream a few times, then moved on to other recurring dreams.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: GUEST,YWH Brahmacronos
Date: 11 Jul 07 - 06:18 AM

I remember a very bright light- very hot, particles forming all around me- suddenly nearly all the positrons and antiprotons disappearing- then the inflation, everythimng blew up huge- gas condensing into clouds, then igniting fusion reactions under the sheer pressure at the core. I think that was about 100 billion universes ago, but I've lost count. Anyway, it could have been a dream, it could all have been a dream.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: GUEST,IBOB
Date: 11 Jul 07 - 11:41 AM

Being sat on santas knee in binns at middlesbrough,about three year old.That big fat scary red git scared the living daylight out of me. My mother has the picture to prove it.