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Subject: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 20 Feb 20 - 07:13 AM I remember antics from inside a crib and wanting to see over the walls of my pram. I even recall non language memories. What do you still remember? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 20 Feb 20 - 07:26 AM But where are my keys, dammit. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Mrrzy Date: 20 Feb 20 - 08:24 AM Looking up through the sunflowers to watch them building the Arch (St. Louis). |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: DMcG Date: 20 Feb 20 - 08:28 AM I don't claim any particularly early memories. When I have early memories - like lying in the garden and getting scared when what seemed to be an enormous bee landed nearby - I have no idea how old I was at the time. The earliest memory I can put a definite time and place to was walking with my siblings to a playground when I was 3 and a quarter - it was Christmas time and my brother had been given football boots. And I was thinking "Isn't it strange how memory works?" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 20 Feb 20 - 09:17 AM My wife has no pre language memories but remembers graduating to her first real bed. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: punkfolkrocker Date: 20 Feb 20 - 09:52 AM Being bathed in the kitchen sink, and doing a big shit which squashed flat under my bum... I was well impressed and proud of myself, when I was lifted out. looking back at the big brown pancaked mess under the soapy water.. I can't fit in the kitchen sink anymore... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 20 Feb 20 - 10:10 AM PFR you are perfectly unabashed. My pre language memory was something like an eternity of a comet's orbit that was most concerned about a perfect precise impact target in a repeating dream. Sounds hokey but true. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Joe_F Date: 20 Feb 20 - 06:12 PM When I was 2 we lived in Florida and there was a big grapefruit tree in the yard. My father would pick a grapefruit off the ground and throw it up into the tree. I was delighted if it didn't come down again. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 20 Feb 20 - 06:24 PM My family left Manchester for Sydney just before I turned four and, frankly, I can't remember anything from then. I do remember my first day at school in a Sydney suburb - Prokofiev's Peter and the Wolf was played, and there was a small turtle in a tank. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: frogprince Date: 20 Feb 20 - 10:41 PM Well, you asked for it... For at least some time in early childhood, I got bathed along with my older sister in a galvanized tub.(No bathroom in the old farm house). The only memory of that that stuck was once when my mother got us out of the tub to dry off, and made some kind of reference to us "parading around naked". I started to follow my sister around, slapping her on the butt, saying "naked parade, naked parade", to whatever degree I was actually able to pronounce it; I don't think I was really speaking in sentences yet at the time. I don't remember any other context whatever to date the memory by, but I'm fairly certain I was under 12 at the time. It may have been the first glimmer of my tendency to be a little perv. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Mr Red Date: 21 Feb 20 - 05:01 AM John Fiddler (of Medicine Head) and his mother came round and he had messed his clothes. After cleaning-up (I assume) they clothed him in my favourite brown/white check with yellow piping one-piece, you know, the legless sort. I would have been 3. Funny how I have no other timed memories until I was 4 and at kindergarten. My sister was in charge of taking me on the bus. She was 7. Can you imagine a 7 year-old today in charge of a 4 year-old on public transport today? But them was different times. My working widowed mother was the boss of a man who was paid twice as much! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: G-Force Date: 21 Feb 20 - 06:05 AM When I was a child I used to have a recurring dream, sounding like someone twanging a 100-metre long telegraph wire running along an echoey corridor. It was an incredibly comforting experience. I now believe (rightly or wrongly) that I was remembering my mother's heartbeat in the womb. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Senoufou Date: 21 Feb 20 - 06:11 AM My earliest memory is sitting up in my pram beside an enormous knitted penguin. It had a long yellow beak, which I thoroughly enjoyed chewing when my mother wasn't looking. I suppose I must have been about eighteen months old. I actually have a black-and-white photo of me in my pram, with Penguin. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler Date: 21 Feb 20 - 06:46 AM I remember being taken to Shrewsbury railway station several times by my father to go train spotting. This would have been before the age of four as I remember seeing "City of Truro" through on an excursion to the Festiniog when I was about 3 1/2, and that was deffinately not my earliest railway loco memory. I also remember being photographed standing next to our neighbour's car and on that photo I look less than 2. My earliest sound memories are of curlews calling as I lay in my cot, my father playing a 78 record of "Oh silver moon" and when he brought home a record of "Trio Los Paraguyos" after seeing them at a concert, still before I was 4. The earliest smell I can remember was white chocolate buttons. My earliest painful memory was falling down about 5 stairs in the house. Robin |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Raedwulf Date: 21 Feb 20 - 03:39 PM Brought up in an ordinary terraced house. Stairs, on the left as you went in the front door, took a 90 degree turn to the right at the top. Front door was... You know the normal internal panel type? The long panels were semi-opaque / patterned / whatever glass. I have a very vivid memory of looking down into the hall from behind a baby gate that was placed at the top of the straight part of the stairs i.e. before the turn to the right. It is a bright sunny day, the sunlight is shining through the glass, illuminating dust motes swirling slowly in the air. I would have been... Probably not at the walking stage. I mentioned this to Mum some years ago; she told me that she didn't recall there ever being a baby gate in that position. I cannot now recall whether she said there was never a baby gate at all. To me, it's a very vivid scene. How sure can you be of memory? The next memory, I think, is of being on holiday in one of those fixed caravan parks (I believe it was Hunstanton way, N.Norfolk), with Dad sat on the steps up. I would have been 3, I think. I was allowed a puff of his pipe, and a sip of his pint. Urgh! It was a nice idea, Dad, but it didn't work long term. I like my beer far too much these days (if such a thing is possible)! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Rapparee Date: 21 Feb 20 - 03:49 PM It was dark and warm and then there was an earthquake and it was all bright and cold and a guy in a mask slapped me on the bottom and cut me with a knife and nothing was ever the same again. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Foxsong Date: 21 Feb 20 - 04:52 PM The earliest thing I can remember is playing with other little kids in the fountain in Washington Square Park in NYC in the summer. I always though it was a dream or something till I mentioned it once to my mother, and she said yes, when we lived there I used to play in the fountain, but she was amazed because I wasn't quite two years old at the time. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Steve Shaw Date: 21 Feb 20 - 05:50 PM I was two, I was in hospital and had just had me tonsils out. Happened to the best of us oop north in t'early fifties whether we needed it or not. Me dad peeped round the door of the ward brandishing my stuffed toy elephant, and that's always stuck in my memory banks. That's it, folks. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: The Sandman Date: 21 Feb 20 - 06:20 PM i remember not being able to do algebra when i was six months old |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Steve Shaw Date: 21 Feb 20 - 07:09 PM I remember not being able to do algebra when I was sixty-three,so big deal, Dick... ;-) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Joe_F Date: 21 Feb 20 - 08:54 PM Once upon a time I knew how to tell time to the extent of saying which number the hour hand on the clock was pointed at. If the hour hand was not pointing at a number, I decided it must be "Clementime", after the lady in the song. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: punkfolkrocker Date: 21 Feb 20 - 09:54 PM "Your earliest memories"...??? does reincarnation count...????? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Mr Red Date: 22 Feb 20 - 02:33 AM I didn't believe in re-incarnation the first time. Now we are in car nation! How sure can you be of memory? Well you can't, memory plays tricks. Even photos can implant memories or the surety of some aspects. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: JennieG Date: 22 Feb 20 - 04:59 PM I can remember the time my younger brother and I pulled over a kitchen cupboard onto ourselves. I was four, John was three. It was one of those free-standing cupboards with solid doors on the bottom, an open shelf in the middle then glass doors on top, the kind that bowed out and had a design made of lots of pieces of coloured glass. John and I opened the bottom doors, he on one side, me on the other. We joined our hands over the top of the doors and held the bottom between our knees, swung the doors to and fro and couple of times......then crash. Down it came on top of us. I was wearing a red tartan skirt and was pinned down. My mother was outside with our baby brother in the pram, she was hanging out washing. She heard the crash and came running in. My mother, being a practical woman, had put the breakables in the top cupboard out of reach of little fingers - but not, alas, out of breaking range. The green bowl shaped like a leaf was broken beyond repair, and it was such a pretty plate. That red skirt and green bowl are still in my memory, but not (probably fortunately as she had a short fuse) my mother's reaction. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 22 Feb 20 - 05:11 PM Good point. All we got are shots in the dark trying to hit upon the method memory works by. We know a great deal but not emough. By experience I know that some memories construct dreams that are presented to us. But remembering other dreams is fruitleess. Another age may unlock the mystery. Remarkable memories of the very young accompany other sophisticated talents and abilities that probably only need a trigger. Someday we will find that even pre school is late for some developmental abilities to be enhanced. I bet Mr Rodgers would agree with me. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Senoufou Date: 22 Feb 20 - 05:46 PM Ooh Jennie, I too had a red tartan skirt (Royal Stewart tartan) which buttoned on to my liberty bodice. And long fawn socks with heavy lace-up shoes. It's funny how one remembers one's clothes as a young child. I wore a Chilproof vest, tied at the neck with white ribbons. Very wrm and cosy (no heating, except one small coal fire in the sitting room. Ice inside all the windows in winter!) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Joe_F Date: 22 Feb 20 - 06:07 PM When I was about 4, we often went to a small nearby store that had a jukebox. I was allowed to put a nickel in & choose a song. It was always No. 4, "St Louis Blues". |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Steve Shaw Date: 22 Feb 20 - 07:22 PM My earliest mammaries were probably me mum's, but I was too young to remember. But then there was that girl at Bury Odeon on those double seats at the back when I was fourteen... Obviously, I don't remember the film... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Rapparee Date: 22 Feb 20 - 09:49 PM I quite clearly remember the taste of the "handlebars" of the walker I used at age 2 or so. Probably lead-based paint and it made me what I am today. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Mr Red Date: 23 Feb 20 - 06:16 AM easily lead? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Mrrzy Date: 23 Feb 20 - 08:13 AM Haha Senoufou a child-free vest... Also from before I was 5, my sister climbing the peach tree to the top of the garage, but when she let go of the branch she'd been on, it straightened back up, out of her reach, stranding her there. To my delight, I might add. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Senoufou Date: 23 Feb 20 - 09:37 AM I've just checked Mrrzy, and apparently it's spelt 'Chilprufe' (proof from chills I suppose) Like you I had a sister, Barbara, much younger than me. She had a terrible temper and was much naughtier. She always scribbled on things and had a 'logo' which was a stick drawing of a man complete with tummy button. One day she did her stick man on every single flower on the wallpaper in her bedroom. Poor father had spent ages papering that room! Also, one day when mother was out, Barbara got angry and kicked the glass door leading from the kitchen with her heavy shoe. It shattered into a thousand pieces, much to my amazement and delight! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Bill D Date: 23 Feb 20 - 10:39 AM Because we traveled constantly when I was under 5, I don't have reference points for many memories. I do have little 'photos' in my head of events and places.... some of which my mother explained. Most of them were after I turned 3. I don't know of any I can pin down at 2½. My parents took photos, but none of them when I was under 3 are part of my internal storage. My coordinated, connected memories begin when we moved to New Orleans in 1945 so I could start school. Before that it was just snapshots. I do remember riding on a train during WWII to Kansas City to meet my uncle who was coming home. I don't remember getting ON the train or actually meeting my uncle, but there was a soldier on the train who would smoke a cigarette way down, then catch the butt in a fold of his tongue and fold it into his mouth and blow smoke out his nose. I'm told that was when I was just over 3. I know exactly where I was when FDR died, because my father's crew was in Dalhart, Texas, and my mother & I were standing in a railroad yard when an engineer told my mother something and she started crying.... but I was already just under 6 then. Funny, but given the great number of miles the family spent in the car, moving from place to place, I don't remember any car rides...maybe I slept. (Oh... my father was a Western Union Lineman whose crew set poles and strung telegraph lines from the 1930s to 1945... from Wyoming to Texas. I was born in Denver in May of 1939) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Raedwulf Date: 23 Feb 20 - 02:23 PM She had a terrible temper and was much naughtier The whole of Mudcat stands in mute disbelief, Sen, you naughty thing. A liar, too. Shocking! 1) This is Mudcat. Someone was bound to say it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Senoufou Date: 23 Feb 20 - 02:33 PM Hee hee hee Raedwulf, she really was (honestly!) such a little monkey, and much more feisty than me. (She still is!) She used to amuse herself by secretly turning the fridge off, and when mother accused her, she said "It was Martin." She clarified this by explaining that Martin lived in The Black House. Mother told her to tell this mysterious 'Martin' that if the fridge were to be turned off again, 'Martin' would have a very sore bottom. Point was taken. I had two imaginary friends called Bobby and Linda, but they were admirably well-behaved. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Joe_F Date: 23 Feb 20 - 09:12 PM I, too, took a long train ride during WW2 when I was little, with my mother. We were the only civilians in a car full of soldiers. My mother dropped a hard-boiled egg, and it rolled down the aisle. When I was in kindergarten, in Beverly Hills, CA, I read, or had read to me, a bible story in which God "breathed life" into His creatures after shaping them out of earth (Genesis 2:7). I did not realize that that was God's special talent; I thought it meant that if I made something and breathed on it, it would come alive. In all modesty, I did not suppose I could make an actual animal; I decided to make a live brick. I imagined it as made of flesh with skin all around it. I did not have access to any earthen material for the experiment, but I saw some wet sand in a sandbox at school, and thought that it might do. I did not seize the opportunity, tho, and I never saw the sand wet again. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Rapparee Date: 23 Feb 20 - 09:25 PM Then there was the time I found out how to lock the screen door on the porch. I was the first one in the house and locked my parents and younger brother out! Then reality hit and I knew that the outcome wouldn't be good for my sitting ability, so I didn't open the door no matter what. The ladder my father put up didn't bother me any, nor the footsteps on the roof of the porch, or the noise of the window opening on the second floor.... Suddenly a LARGE MAN was behind me and after that my memory of the incident goes blank. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Senoufou Date: 24 Feb 20 - 04:12 AM I'm loving all these posts! I remember being at the dentist's with my mother (I wasn't all that young though!) My sister and I sat in the waiting room while the dentist attended to our mother's teeth. When she came out she was upset, and told us that the dentist had put the radio on in his surgery and they'd just heard the announcement that the King was dead. (I'm referring to George VI, not Henry VIII, before anyone chaffs me. I'm not as old as that!) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Gurney Date: 24 Feb 20 - 11:33 PM My first day at school. 5 and with mum in the playground before assembly (people arrived early in those days. No cars.) All those big thugs roaring around the place, some as old as 7. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: BobL Date: 25 Feb 20 - 03:18 AM Getting my first lace-up shoes - must have been about 3. It was quite a while before I could tie them myself. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Donuel Date: 25 Feb 20 - 11:44 AM I remember seeing Saturn and its ring from a backyard telescope when I was about 3. I think Dad was the one who found it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: Steve Shaw Date: 25 Feb 20 - 12:44 PM I still can't tie lace-up shoes. People give up trying to teach rock-solid lefthanders how to do things. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your earliest memories From: fat B****rd Date: 25 Feb 20 - 03:03 PM When I was three I helped my Dad in the garden by pulling all his (green) tomatoes off the stalks and presenting them to him. At about the sane time I came in from playing to find my Sister in tears and my parents looking angry. Naturally I burst into tears and became the youngest uncle in the family a few months later. Funny now, these two incidents, but definitely NOT at the time. |
