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What's one of your earliest recalled memories? 

 

One of the first memories I think I have is when I was a really little kid playing in the sandbox with my hyper dog, Boomer...I was pretending to be a dog like him and stealing all the holes he would dig running with him and chasing him on all fours

 

Well some things never change, eh?

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One of my earliest memories is playing my very first video game, Spyro 2, on the ps1 at like 3 years old. I remember specifically being in the first level trying to figure out the controls, trying to kill the lizard enemies that didn't hit you or anything. I also remember attempting to play Monster Rancher 2 around this age. I would always pick a suezo, and I would always buy it the jelly cups despite them being super expensive. I ended up running out of money each time, and my monster would always die, and the cycle would repeat itself.

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The earliest things I remember are only a few vague vignettes. Playing with a teal-colored toy truck on the sidewalk outside the house, or playing on the playground in the backyard. I want to say it was some kinda inverse cul-de-sac, with like a bunch of houses in a circle with their backs to the playground and a road going around it. I also remember my kindergarten teacher (or maybe pre-k) lived in one of the houses and I was really happy to see her, and she gave me a popsicle. There was also a small covered parking lot nearby, and one of my sisters found a grass snake near it.

My dad doesn't believe I remember living there though.

I also remember playing Paperboy on a Commodore 64, and going through and breaking as much shit as possible because I thought it was funny -- like hitting the old people on the swing and knocking it over. I want to say it was at that house, but it might've been at the next house.

EDIT: this would've been around age 3.

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I think one of my earliest memories is of a trip I took to the Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Strangely, I only really remember walking back to the car after leaving the museum in any significant detail, though there is really nothing that makes that part of the trip stand out... I was playing with a dinosaur toy I had got in the gift-shop. Nothing of any consequence happened, so I don't know why that memory stuck with me.

 

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My earliest memory was playing hide and seek with my friends in the street I live in, I think I was about 5 at the time.

Well anyway I vaguely remember going into someone's garden to hide, then some old woman. Probably the person who lived in that house came over and grabbed me by the arm digging her sharp nails in, I remember the stinging sensation.

I remember telling my mum about it and her storming over to the women to rage at her for hurting me, never again have I seen such anger from my mum.

Wonder if thats why I remember it xD

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I think it might've been when I was in kindergarten. I remember one particular moment when we were all quietly sitting down in our chairs at the table when all of my sudden my chair fell backwards and everyone just stared at me on the floor. I was quite embarrassed.

There's also another tiny memory I have that's very blurred and I'm not even sure if it happened. Apparently my neighbors, who were friends with my parents, ended up taking me to the beach I guess? I had to take a crap, so they told me to do it out in the ocean. The woman came out with me and assisted I guess? I remember seeing my floating poo which looked like some kind of gooey yellowish fruit. Then all I remember is leaving in their car and falling asleep.

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Mine is odd.

>sitting on the floor playing with something
>I look up
>see dad coming in to visit mom (they weren't living together at the time)
>I go back to playing disinterestedly. 

It wasn't that I didn't want to see him, it just wasn't a new or out of the ordinary occurrence.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
To this day I don't like saying hi if i don't feel like it.

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Rear Admiral Grace Murray Hopper giving me a "nanosecond" (a wire from a discarded phone trunk cut to 11 and 13/16ths inches or 30 cm long, the distance light travels and electricity propagates in 1 ns) and letting me play a game of Sabotage on the Apple II in her office.  I can't remember the year, how old I was (not very), whether her office was in Annapolis or DC, or anything else from my parents cashing in a favor for me to meet her.  But she really did keep plenty of nanoseconds on hand at all times.

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I can't place my finger on any date, but I remember when my dad drove a white Ford Escort hatchback. This was when I was really little, and since then, he has owned a silver F150, silver Mazda 3, and a dark red CX-5.

I also remember getting matchbox cars from McDonalds, back when they actually had good toys.

I remember the old house in Painesville, which we moved out of when I was 4 or 5.

I remember preschool, the building now vacant. 

I remember the Mentor Marsh catching fire, creating a giant smoke cloud and scaring me.

I remember running into the corner of the wall and needing stitches. 

I remember when my mom did something at the Cleveland Institute of Art, but I can't remember what.

I remember when the Health Museum was a thing, and I sorta remember the old building before they moved and lost all their money.

I remember visiting my cousins very long ago, but memories are unclear. 

Now that I am an adult, these memories give me the feels. The little me in the memories is hardly the me today. Goddamn.

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I remember the first time I played Pokemon. It was pokemon Ruby on the Gameboy because I was of that sort of generation

We left Professor Birch greeting us with "Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting" for a couple of hours because we thought it was loading

Until I figured out I needed to press A

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I have two. One when I was two or three years old and a few relatives who lived a long distance away were seeing me for the first time. They were all old and terrifying.

The other is being in hospital, I forget what for but I was in pain and I was screaming while my mother was trying not to cry. I remember this now and then, but I've never asked her what it was for.

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My first memory is of being assaulting by a massive naked bosom that was being smashed into my face. I remember being so offended by this assault I bit my attacker as hard as I could.

Incidentally, that's when my mother decided to stop breast feeding me. V;

Other early memories are of living on a military base in Heidelberg Germany. It snowed and we were too poor to afford snow shoes for me so my mom wrapped my feet in bread bags. It was humiliating. And pointless anyway. It only snowed a little bit and the twins that lived next door along with their mom had taken all the good snow to make medium-small sized snowmen, so all that was left was sooty snow from on top of the bbq pit that stained your hands and was too wet to pack into ball shape.

Ugh, and rail lines of Germany in the summer. When people raised their arms to hold on to the poles in the rail car... phew!

Or running out to meet the Brötchen truck to buy gummy rats with my scrounged pfennigs while my mom bought bread. <;

I miss Europe...

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My earliest memory is me sitting in my families living room playing with trucks. I remember it fairly vividly even now, the light coming in from the window, likely a few hours past noon. I remember the chair was in front of me, couch to the right. And I had just woken up I guess. I was just suddenly there. I had the inclination to climb up the stairs and go see my mom. I didn't even know how I knew what "mom" was but I knew she was good. I knew the layout of the house, despite at the time my age being only three, at the absolute oldest. I started off towards the kitchen..... and then it ends.

 

Quite a beautiful scene, too.

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It's hard for me to pinpoint ages and even general locations for my earliest memories. The only ones I can pinpoint location are after 1st grade, so around age 6-7, when I lived in Virginia. I have a lot of flashes of specific memories when we lived there, but I'm not sure which is earliest. Everything prior to that I have very little memory of. I don't even know what state we lived in before then, I just know that before that it was South Carolina first very briefly, then after that was either Illinois or Wisconsin, then after one of those it was Virginia, then here to crappy Michigan. (Being the child of a Navy guy sucked, and I blame all the moving around and forced loss of friends for some of my social issues.)

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my mother with her 50-cal rifle shooting the pumpkins from halloween while i was next to her. it was actually really cool. i called the bullets magic or something, i couldn't get the concept of how the pumpkins exploded

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I have a couple of early memories, I'm not sure what order they go in or what exact age the were but here goes:

Both of these are at my grandmother's house, I remember sneaking into the kitchen and eating the cat's food, apparently I used to do that a lot. I also remember drinking red cordial and eating a Vegemite sandwich while pestering my mother about how old she was.

Another fond very early memory, must've been 6months after the last one because my grandparents were no longer living in that house but we were. (I believe that's when they moved states.) And I was playing Yoshi's Island on the Super Nintendo. I remember all of the games we had on that. I had many more years of good times with it.

Probably earlier than the other 2 memories. I remember walking out into the kitchen in our 1st house and sitting in the corner waiting for my porridge.

These 2 memories are not so fond, but nonetheless are very early.

I remember my mother touching my neck seeing a lump there and then being taken to the doctors to see what it was and going through all the different machines to work out what it was. And being sick on my parents floor as I slept there. Then being taken to the Sydney Royal Children's Hospital and sucking on lifesavers on the way there and refusing to get out of the car because it was so cold. Then remember my time in the hospital in the cancer ward because they couldn't work out what the lump was. (Which turned out to be an infected air pocket in my thyroid.) I remember quite a bit about the hospital and Ronald McDonald House surprisingly.

I remember my parents arguing over my father cheating on my mother.

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2 hours ago, Revates said:

 I also remember drinking red cordial and eating a Vegemite sandwich while pestering my mother about how old she was.

"You so o-old... *hic* you... you *hic* make vampires jealous *belch*"

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3 minutes ago, root said:

"You so o-old... *hic* you... you *hic* make vampires jealous *belch*"

HAHAHA. If she's that old, my grandmother must be ancient. "Hey Nan, what was it like to build the pyramids?"

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i remember a bunch of dumb little bits and pieces, ranging somewhere between 1 and 3 years old...

 

going to bed with a bottle of chocolate milk, and being told it would be my last bottle.

waking up in my crib after having a dream about a giant fish that scared me. 

running across the yard on easter with a squeaky inflatable rabbit.

being pushed around in a little red stroller.

and best of all, crapping my pants because i was too distracted by a neat figurine on the coffee table to realize what the weird feeling in my lower body was.  then getting yelled at for not using the potty. 

 

...but don't ask me what i had for breakfast this morning.  couldn't tell you.

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15 hours ago, Revates said:

eating a Vegemite sandwich

You come from the land down under

1 hour ago, Gator said:

waking up in my crib after having a dream about a giant fish that scared me.

That wasn't a dream.

I have also seen him.

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My earliest memories is playing alone. Under the slide in the sand digging and building things. 

I cant call them good times, but they weren't bad. They were indifferent times.

2 minutes ago, Enigma said:

My earliest memories are playing alone. Under the slide in the sand digging and building things. 

I cant call them good times, but they weren't bad. They were indifferent times.

Bad English is bad

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Tried to edit. Pressed quote. Hell broke loose.
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My earliest memory, I remember being pushed along in a pram down what I know now was a high street. It was a very rainy day, and I was crying. Probably because it was raining. Then a clear plastic hood was pushed down on the pram to shield me from the rain.

Mum says I must've been very young to remember that. I imagine that me, Mum and Nan were in Winchester and going to C&H Fabrics for lunch, because that's what usually happened.

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On 30/05/2016 at 5:38 PM, Astus said:

My earliest memory was being yelled at for using my diapers at just about 2, despite not having much warning that I should be trying to use the toilet. I guess we all can see how that ended :V

I can't possibly conceive of that affecting you in any way. How ridiculous. :V

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In the first grade I walked to school after waiting for the bus for some time. School was a mile or two away. When I got there I found out that there was no school that day due to parent teacher conferences. They called my parents to pick me up and I thought I was in trouble. I was crying in the councilors office when they got there.

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