I remember as far as about 1 yr old. My brother was born and I got upset. I remember sitting down on the floor facing the wall and my father picking me up. After that I remember very clearly when I was around 3 yrs. old, playing with a little girl, falling down and scratching my leg. I still have the scar, but now it's just below my knee. I also remember a lot of moments in our house in Mexico. I remember being in a car accident with my family, at that time it was only my mother, my father, my brother, my sister and I. In general I remember good moments.
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Malena
Las Vegas
  • My memory goes back to 6 years old. I remember a lot from that period on. Before that I only remember things fleetingly. Several memories from when I was 5, then nothing till one time when I was 2. I was knocked over by a wave at the beach when I was 2, before I knew I should close my eyes and hold my breath if I was under water. I didn't intellectually know about death, but when I was knocked over and saw swirling whiteness I thought to myself, well, this is now the end. But just before I went down I saw legs running towards me. That was my dad and he picked me up out of the ocean before I inhaled any water.

    I was told later when I recalled this memory to my father that yes, I was 2, and at that age I was always running towards the waves happily, and it was difficult to keep me out of the water. We were building a sand castle, he said, and he had sent me to gather wet sand in a bucket when he noticed I had just kept running out into the water.
  • I remember, vividly, events from 2 years old and on. My mother says that is impossible, that I just remember stories, but I remember things that noone else was around to witness. Heh...probably a good thing, I was a rotten little brat.
    • I always thought that I didn't have any memory of my early childhood at all, that my memories didn't go further back than Kindergarten. Then a few years ago I had a dream about my grandmother who died when I was three. In the dream, I was in her house. I told my family about it, and explained the bedspreads, the toys, the layout of her house. My family confirmed that what I dreamed was an accurate description of what was, at one time, hers.

      She was in the dream as well, but slhouetted by the light coming in from behind her through the window over the kitchen sink. In the dream I was my three-year old self and she was talking to me -

      I guess we remember more than we know - it's funny how memories just pop out of nowhere sometimes.
      • Parents and psycologist's will tell you:
        Ohh he's a Baby he can't remember THAT" They are full of Shit!
        I remember my "Burning" and every subsequent battering I took from "Him"!
        Third degree burns
        two head concussions
        14 black eyes
        one stabbing
        one broken arm
        one ruptured appendix(from a beating at age 9!)
        Ohh hell yeahh ... don't believe it...YOU DO remember being abused!
        • I can hardly remember two days ago. How the heck am I supposed to remember my childhood?
          • I remember back to 2 or 3 maybe. Vaguely. I know that until I was about 7 everyone thought I was retarded. I was very shy and hardly spoke. I also was scared of adults because I didnt like their behavior and the way they treated each other. Or their children. Also, my tongue has a skin on bottom that should have been cut back when I was young but never was and I still have it. I was forced to go to speech therapy twice a week from 7 - 12 and then between 12 & 13 a speech therapist came to our house once a week. So I could pronounce my R's & S's and communicate but I was on Galveston island in public school and hung out in the worst ghettos on the island. I was a little black boy trapped in a white boys body. When we moved from there to various Houston suburbs ( Nassau Bay, Clearlake City, Webster, Friendswood, "Baybrook Mall YO!!!") I was fine. When we moved from there back to DFW? OH SHIT!!! Apparently I was in for major harassment. I totally felt like Powder. I have stood my ground as best I can. I still feel a bit like Powder. Hmm.

            Sorry if I went off on a tangent. It was a little therapeutic for me. Sorry.

            Some of my earliest memories involve my adorable drunk grandpa and my wonderful grandma, who I lived with for a while. My Big Wheel riding down sidewalk in apt complex. Swimming ( and pooping ) in the pool at "Del Prado" apts. Some other earliest memories are from my other Grandmas house ( me Dads Mom ) in North Richland Hills. Playing in a drainage ditch on the way to and from a park my brother and cousins used to cross on the way to go on the swings and merry-go-round. And when we return home, if we were loud, Papa Jack would threaten to pour cold ice water down our backs. It never happened but boy were we sure afraid of that happening. lol

            And popcorn in the den. Monday night football. WAY BACK!!! ( Tom Landry. Roger Staubach. ( Ronald McDonald ), Tony Dorsett. HELLO!!! ) What was that other guys name, the football player that did the pantyhose ads? OH MY GOD!!! I was so in love with him!!! I can't believe I cant think of his name.

            JOE NAMATH!!! YES!!! He was totally hot back in the day. He was the male equivelant to Farrah Faucet. As was Burt Reynolds. I'll NEVER forget that Cosmopolitan centerfold. lol
  • I remember playing with other kids in day care when I was about 3.
    • I remember nursery school age. A kid blasting down the hallway, me coming around the corner and ending up laying in the office with a bloody nose. Or maybe I was the kid blasting down the hallway... anyways, I ended up with the bloody nose.

      And the neighbors running over my tricycle, the back wheel getting all bent out of shape and me riding it home all lopsided like that.

      We moved between nursery school and kindergarten and the people who were going to move into our house drove up in a HUGE moving truck and I hadn't ever seen a truck that big. These sarcastic adults told us that they were "the circus." We were moving out and the circus would be moving into our little house in Palo Alto. I believed them briefly.


  • I remember the cold steel of the sink during a bath and someone telling me the rubber ducky wasn't mine to play with. I remember being stuck in a play pen and no one coming to get me out all day and that the cross bars really hurt. I remember learning to tie my shoes when I was three because my brother was upstairs getting beat because he couldn't tie his and he was 5. So I sat on the steps and tried over in over in case she were coming for me next. I remember sitting on the doorsteps in the city scanning the crowds of women walking by and wondering if one of them may be my mother. (I was 4 then). I remember my toddler years as well as I remember last year. I just wish i remembered my infant days.

    Sometimes, I truely believe that my reoccuring ngihtmare is actually of my birth experience. It's pretty freaky.
    • Waking up after having mumps menigioencephalitis at age five. I had to relearn to walk and read which I was far ahead of my age level before nearly dying from that. I suppose it may of zapped any earlier memories out too. While recuperating in a Catholic hospital i also remember vividly the nurse with long red fingernails who put a suppository for nausea meant for the butt up my twat. Oh man did those Catholic Nuns get riled up.
  • I remember climbing on a chair, onto the table, so I could look through a small hatch into the kitchen. My dad was boiling water as my brother was being born (my mum had us at home), so I'd be 3½. About that time I also went to a playgroup and crying that she left me, but we started dancing (actually a conga line, which they said was pretending to be a train).

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