BS: Your First Memory?

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Ebbie
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 01:58 PM

Don firth, I imagine that you may not have been running quite as fast as your memory tells you. *grin* I remember one Sunday before my brother (1 year and 9 months younger than me) was born.

We lived in town and walked to church.

In my memory we are walking across the graveled lot to the church building. I am very pleased that I am allowed to walk and I swing along manfully (womanfully?) traveling as fast ss I can.

Then my father tells my sister (8 years older than I) to pick me up. I am crushed.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 01:27 PM

Going to a pic-nic with my Dad and coming back with my Mum.
In truth I remember when I was 2.5 yrs old being in Hospital with severe burns..I can remember much about it but nothing before it.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Don Firth
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 01:24 PM

Not sure what age, but I must have been older than one or so because I was walking (running, in fact), but younger than two years, three months, because that's when I got polio, and that ended the running.

I had one of those toys they called "windmills" or "pinwheels"—a small plastic (celluloid, actually) four-bladed propeller attached to a stick with a pin (something like THIS, but not quite this fancy). A breath of wind and the propeller would spin. I remember running around the house (not in the house, but outside, around the house) at top speed, holding the thing in front of me and watching the propeller whirl.

The second memory, from around that same time, was from shortly thereafter.   We (my mother, father, big sister—two years older than me—and me) were on our way from Los Angeles, where my sister and I were born, to Seattle, where our parents were from. We went by ship (you could do that back then). I remember standing on a steamer-trunk and staring, fascinated, out a porthole at the vast expanse of water. The following morning when I woke up, I scrambled up on the steamer trunk, looked out the porthole, and saw, a few feet away, a forest of pilings covered with creosote and barnacles.

I yelled, "Get it out of the way, daddy, get it out of the way!!"

My dad laughed and said to my mother, "My God, he wants me to move the San Francisco harbor!"

Don Firth

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Mrrzy
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 12:59 PM

Small enough to be kind of looking up into the eye of daddy's penis in the shower... no, it was not traumatizing, but I do remember it.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Ebbie
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 12:22 PM

Mine: August 1937. Age: 8 months. Occasion(s): Traveling in my family's car from North Dakota to Oregon. There were 7 other kids and 2 parents in the car.

It was hot, the laps were bony and hard and I got SO tired. They lifted me back and forth across the front seat.

One night we slept outside the car and my sister (who was 7 years old at the time) woke up alone in the car and started screaming and crying at finding us gone.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were earlier memories- but this is my first documented one. It is my belief that we ALL remember early days. My next clear one was at 11 months.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Bill D
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 12:22 PM

*grin*...NOT the cannon shot, Rapaire?

I'm not sure....since we moved constantly until I was 6, I didn't have any 'place' to focus on. My earliest identifiable memories are about 3. Riding on a train with my mother when I was barely 3, to visit my grandparents in San Diego is the most prominent.(1942)

There are other 'snapshots' that must have been in my 2-3 year, but I have no idea where we were.

Subject: RE: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Rapparee
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 12:07 PM

Swimming upstream, seeing the ovum ahead....

Subject: BS: Your First Memory?
From: Mickey191
Date: 07 Jul 07 - 12:05 PM

Care to share your earliest memory? Do you know how old you were?

Mine: Standing & crying in a crib. I recall, vividly, the wind blowing the white curtains and double doors open wide and the sun streaming in. No one appeared to be home and it seemed forever till my Mother made an appearance and dried my tears. I was about 18 months.

It seems that I've heard that some people recall hearing events whilst still in the womb.