I don't remember much from when I was younger, for whatever reason. Maybe my childhood was just boring I do remember something with a train though. I think my Grandma was going somewhere on it.
Being in my (grey with pastel rainbow stripes) push pram and loads of pigeons flying about and being delighted at their existence. I only had one shoe on because maybe I had taken one off as kids tend to do. I still love pigeons to this day.
My earliest memory was in grade one, when my teahcer was (coincidentally) talking about memories. Everything before that is very fuzzy.
Dancing Sesame Characters. Then I woke up from a dream. I think that I was turning four. My grandparents were downstairs that day.
I was smol toddler playing with those colored ring toys (picture below) while my mom was on the treadmill in the same room. I chewed the rings to nothing cause I thought they were donuts when I got a bit older..I quickly learned what plastic was, but it didn't stop young me. lol
Running out from behind a sofa, presumably because of a game of hide-and-seek (though since I don't remember anything before that, I'm just extrapolating). I'm not sure why it jumps in to the middle of an event. Worse, thinking about the temporal nature of what memories came 'first' and then what came mentally before it makes my head spin.
I remember when my family moved into a new house and I got to pick my room. Something about it seeming so big with white walls stretching across the empty room with the sunset light passing through the window screen really stuck with me.
My childhood is mostly a blur because it was...bad, but my earliest memory is probably moving houses when I was 4 and meeting the neighbors for the first time.
I don't remember exactly what age I was, but it was definitely before I turned four. I was playing with this Nemo flashing magnet (with little lights embedded in the plastic), and I dropped it out of my crib. So I crawled out and got it, then somehow got back in the bed. I remember just feeling super satisfied with myself XD #MissingNo
My first time playing Super Mario Bros. + Duck Hunt on the NES. I was... I want to say six or seven, and we were getting ready for the Passover dinner (we had gone to the rabbi's house, I think). I forget how, but I'd found the NES, that game, and the Light Zapper, so I ended up spending most of that afternoon playing both games.
I think the earliest thing I can recall is sitting on this really nice rock in the garden when I was 3-6. We used to have a flat rock that we used as a bench in the backyard, but after a few years, we got bees and the rock was too close to the hives for us to safely sit on. I miss that rock
I have a handful of early memories that I can't really place, but I think the earliest is spending time up near my grandpa's house, and we were in some real small rental place at the local canoe club? And I remember playing with a bunch of toy cars on this one road-map-rug thing. I legit don't remember how old I was, so it was probably when I was 2 or 3? It's very vague, aside from that map, eheh.
I barley remember anything from my childhood, I guess my life is really boring. My earliest memory is very blurred and fuzzy, but I think it had me and Skittle doing some stupid 7 year old stuff. I can't remember exactly what it was, but eh. However, I have a VERY strong memory from when I was around 8 and I can still remember everything so vividly, from the cold yet comforting autumn breeze, the smell of apples, even down to the feel of the sunny day it was. I don't know what it is about this early memory, but I always find myself looking back to it.
Playing with my dad and chasing after my brother in the living room of my old house. With the old couches still there.
My childhood best memory is playing with my elder brother. He's just 1 and a half months older than me. When we were kids, probably 6-7 years old, we used to play a lot. I found our childhood video in which we were playing Police and then suddenly, I fall from the sofa. Still I continued playing. Then, when I catch my brother, suddenly were start dancing. After sometime, my brother says, "I'm tired." Still, we are dancing. Then the video ends. I mean, what was that?
I remember where I sat in first grade and what the room looked like! And what my desk was like. And my lunchbox... That's about it, though.
It kind of amazes me that people don't remember all that far back. My short-term memory is terrible, but I feel like in the long term, I can remember things pretty well from when I was a baby onward. No one will probably believe me, but my earliest memory was of my mom giving me a bath in the sink as a baby and I was playing with what was left of my umbilical cord. I swear this is true. I just looked it up and I couldn't have been more than 2 weeks old. Here's another one that I've brought up to my family before and they can never believe I actually remember doing this. It's not my earliest memory (obviously), but there was this thing I did every morning as a baby where I would play in my crib for a while, then when I got bored and I wanted someone to come get me I would toss my bottle out of the crib, instantly regret doing it, and start crying. That was my morning routine.
When my ma gave me my first panic attack, when I was 12 to 13 years old. I became so scared of her, for some reason and freaked out. It got to the point I hid in a corner until she went away or stopped approaching me... hmmmm
