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What is your earliest concrete memory?

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I actually remember being in my crib. My teddy bear (Hudson) got his head stuck between the bars and I couldnt get him out. I tried to cry but no sound came out of my mouth.
Had many teachers, (inlcuding my psychology teacher) tell me I couldnt possibly remember that. I suppose it could have been a dream I had much later and thought was a real-life incident. But all my dreams have a surreal quality in their visuals and I always know they are dreams. The teddy bear memory was a little too real.

Perhaps its just my insanity, of which I have much.
 
Originally posted by: zerocool84
When I was 15 I started my first cement walkway.
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:laugh: beat me to it.
I don't have many early memories of concrete. I did put my hand print in some when I was 5 or 6 I think :laugh:
 
Originally posted by: shortylickens
I actually remember being in my crib. My teddy bear (Hudson) got his head stuck between the bars and I couldnt get him out. I tried to cry but no sound came out of my mouth.
Had many teachers, (inlcuding my psychology teacher) tell me I couldnt possibly remember that. I suppose it could have been a dream I had much later and thought was a real-life incident. But all my dreams have a surreal quality in their visuals and I always know they are dreams. The teddy bear memory was a little too real.

Perhaps its just my insanity, of which I have much.
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I have a memory of being in my crib also. It isn't solid, more like a photo snapshot, but I have some memories.
 
Originally posted by: oldsmobaot
I was cloned.

My first memory is of logging into AT.


Pretty funny motionman. :disgust: Now who is stalking who??? You now have another two weeks of hard banned vacation added to your previous two weeks. We will talk about the future of your posting here.


esquared
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LOL.
 
I remember a carnival I was taken to when I was 2, however, all my visuals from it are really skewed (I only remember my family walking and a few rides, some of the colors, no 'background' just black, other weird things). I remember a few things when I was 3, being with my grandfather, etc. 4 and 5 are pretty easy, lots of memories there.

I'm 27
 
I think I was about 3 when I walked up to the counter and broke the lead off a bunch of new mechanical pencils. My mom never knew it happened, but I think that made her dislike mechanical pencils. I'm 19 now.
 
Earliest solid memory was from just before my 2nd birthday. An elderly friend of the family put me on the neck of his plow mule. I remember how sunny it was, the smell of the animal and the harness leather, the brass pommels on the harness, the man's hat, and my Mom's purple and yellow dress. In retrospect I think I was terrified, but my mother said that I acted as though I was delighted, kicked my heels at the mule, and said "geedap", which I suppose meant giddyup.

I have a lot of memories from around that time in my life. We left that place, and I didn't get to revisit it until I was 30 (almost 40 years ago). My memories of the town were pretty accurate. The town hadn't changed much at all. Except for one thing. The actual physical placement of everything was a mirror image of my memory.
 
I was extremely young at the time, must have been younger then 2 because I have memories of being two. I just remember being carried by someone while part of the house was being built. I must have been fairly young (Like 1 or less) as that stuff was done before I was 2.

My next memory comes when I was three. I remember going camping with my brother in law.
 
I have some very early memories but I have no idea just how young I was.

I still discretely remember visiting grandmother's house and going over to the next door friend and yelling, "Hey!!! Come out and play!!!!!". I don't know if I was 4 or 5 or 6 or 7.

I also remember a bunch of us kids debating who knows the highest number. I said 'hundred'. Then my friend said, 'what's after hundred?'. I think I said something like 'uhh.. hundred-hundred'. 😀 Again, it really bothers me how young I was. Was I young as 4 or old as 8?
 
When I was 3 or 4 I remember having a dream that I was floating around in a liquid in darkness. I could hear people talking... lots of sounds. See random areas of faint light..
After I awoke I went straight to my mom because I wanted what was in my dream. ???

I had always remembered that dream. Once I was probably 14ish I think I realized that I might have dreamed that I was in the womb. That 'dream' could have actually been a memory. I don't know. But I know that I still remember it. Not saying that's what it was or wasn't, but that's what I'm leaning towards.
 
Catching a pigeon by the tail with my bare hands at the age of 5 is my most vivid memory of my early childhood. But I do have recollection of things that I've done earlier at around 3-4 but my memory of that is a bit hazy.
 
3 or 4, sitting under Christmas tree playing with a toy workbench. Very hazy.

I do have concrete memories from preschool on.

Editied to fix pathetic typing
 
I remember watching flying fish "fly" (jump really) from my grandmothers balcony that faced the intercoastal waterway in Boynton Beach, FL.

She died when I was 4, I don't specifically recall when that took place but I was at the most 4 years old.

I also remember getting candy canes from her Christmas tree once.
 
I was 3 or 4 and in the Dominican Republic with my grandmother. I remember asking her asking me what I wanted to breakfast and me responding (in spanish, no less) that I wanted eggs. I also remember sitting in-between the front seats in my grandfathers car while he was driving around.

When I was 5 I realized that everyone dies eventually and it freaked me out. Didn't sleep well that night.
 
My earliest concrete memory? I guess I was about 3...and my dad was pouring a patio in the back yard. I tried to walk across it. 😛
 
I remember my earliest very distinctly. It was my 2nd birthday. Yes, very early, but it was a traumatic experience. All I really remember was playing out in my aunt and uncle's backyard around sunset when all of a sudden I was stung by a wasp, on my index finger. Don't know which one but I remember it was near the base of the nail. I remember running into the house and my dad brushed a wasp (maybe the one that stung me, maybe a different one) off of my sock and stomped it on the floor. I also remember being brought back home... that's about it. Nothing else from that early is very concrete. I remember when we temporarily moved from Minneapolis to Eau Claire and back... not the actual moving process, just the house we lived in.

But the wasp sting really stuck with me. I'm still afraid of wasps (and to a lesser extent, bees) to this day.
 
I have a couple of memories in the 3-4 year range. Memories of my dad packing us up to go pick up my mother who had been in an automobile accident.

I will be 37 this year.
 
I have a few very early memories. I remember being carried onto a bus by my father & crying. I remember that during that trip, I didn't get to play with the Tonka crane in my cousin's gravel driveway. I asked my mother about it once, wondering when it occurred. She was shocked that I could remember such a thing. Occurred when I was 18 months.

I remember being in the playpen between the dining room and the living room. My grandmother was sitting on the couch watching me. (My mother was in the hospital having my brother.) The couch was on the wall closest to the street, the tv was on the wall to the left. I had different shaped plastic blocks with a hole in the center - they could all be placed on a wooden dowel thing. And I had the different colored/sized rings that could be stacked together. I was chewing on one of the rings (maybe I was teething or something?) and it had a peculiar taste.

I can remember waiting for my neighbor Jamie to get home so we could play together. She was in kindergarten and got out at noon. Since I started school when I was 4, I would have been 3 at the time. I remember my mom explaining that Jamie didn't have school the next day because it was Good Friday & her explaining what Good Friday is. (I would have been 4 at that time though.)

I can remember that I had woken up and my parents let me stay up with them to watch the 11 o'clock news. There was footage of the (the Vietnam War, I presume). There was something similar between what I saw on television & the crossing gates & controls at the end of the street for the railroad tracks. I was scared when my dad carried me up to bed. (So, I must have been fairly young.)

I could go on & on - I have tons of memories from kindergarten & before kindergarten.
I'm 42 now.
 
I was asleep in my crib with my arm hanging down and someone pulled my arm and lightly hit me in the back.

To this day I've never slept with my arm hanging down again.
 
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