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  • Yolanda_85
    Yolanda_85 Posts: 143 Member
    I remember the first place we lived, a tiny "two" bedroom upstairs apartment, my bedroom was nothing more than a large closet big enough for a twin bed and a dresser with a HEAP of toys at the foot of the bed. I stepped on my first piece of glass there, and I remember sitting on my parents bed with my mother who was pregnant with my brother and listening to her belly with a stethescope and being so excited about hearing my little brother moving around. I was 3 and a quarter maybe? My brother is 3 years and 11 months younger than me....and I don't remember how far along Mum was, just that she had a big belly and I could put my hands on it and feel him kick and move. I was a nudist when I was just a toddler, and if I HAD to wear clothes it was a bathing suit, even in the winter when it was so cold the dogs water bowl was frozen on the kitchen floor of our tiny apartment. There was a hole in the bathroom floor, right next to the toilet, that was right over our landlord's kitchen sink (we kept it covered, obviously) I think it may have been a vent or something that got removed for whatever reason, anyway, I'd shoot their daughter with a squirt gun while she did dishes. This was before my brother was born, possibly before I knew I was going to have a brother....I'm going to guess my earliest memories were from age 3, maybe 2 and a half....
  • chubbytiff
    chubbytiff Posts: 61 Member
    When I was 3 grabbing the leash of someones black lab and it took off running pulling me face first through gravel.
  • MassiveDelta
    MassiveDelta Posts: 3,271 Member
    Its so interesting to read everyone's stories. Thanks for sharing them
  • KaleidoscopeEyes1056
    KaleidoscopeEyes1056 Posts: 2,996 Member
    Being kidnapped. Not sure how old I was, but I remember being in the guys house and my mom breaking into it to get me. Don't remember much else about it though.
  • fastbelly
    fastbelly Posts: 727 Member
    What did I have for breakfast this morning again?!

    No, really I haven't a clue off the top of my head. I'll think about it and will get back to you if I find out! :)
  • Healthy_Hannah483
    Healthy_Hannah483 Posts: 151 Member
    When I was 1 and my brother was feeding me yogurt and getting it all over my face and I slammed my hands down and took it from him and started feed myself XD. I can remember from pretty much then on wards, I have a pretty good memory, so I've been told.
  • SparkleShine
    SparkleShine Posts: 2,001 Member
    I was 2 1/2 and my mom and dad were in a fight and I was crying holding onto my Mom's leg. She was backing up and hurt her heel on a chair.

    Sad.
  • iCACTUS
    iCACTUS Posts: 113
    Playing with my friends across the street at age 3 or 4.
  • Maria_81
    Maria_81 Posts: 152
    Getting a red tricycle for Christmas...I must have been about 3 or 4
  • digitalmayhap
    digitalmayhap Posts: 141 Member
    The first thing I remember is my major bike accident when i was 6.

    Wrecked my bike on train tracks, flipped over it, scraped the hell out of my knees and elbows and bit through my tongue.

    No bueno =[
  • swisspea
    swisspea Posts: 327 Member
    this made is so sad, but it's amazing that you're brain could go back that far. I bet your mom wishes you didn't remember though! Must have been heartbreaking.

    I was 3.5 when I had my first trip to the emergency room. I got my ears pierced a little after turning 3 and the ear got infected. My mom was doing all the could to care for it, but when I woke up one morning with scabbed-over ears, she knew she had to bring me to the hospital. I only remember sitting in a little white room, and my dad came in with some ice and put it on my ear. This was the first time my parents met the doctor that pulled the earring out and he was so kind and caring, my mom was so impressed with him that he became our new family doctor and remains our doctor (even though I live overseas now, I still think of him as "my" doctor).

    I remember being on the beach in Florida when I was 3.5, I wanted to go as far out into the ocean as I could and so my dad towed me out on one of those blow-up pool mattresses. I remember there was a time when even his feet couldn't touch the bottom, and looking back to wave to my mom, and only seeing our bright yellow beach umbrella. Pretty cool!
    This memory is from when I was a little over 1 year old. I remember being strapped down to a table and not being able to move, being in a lot of pain, seeing this light hanging above my head, and some man hovering near the light. I remember trying to find my mom and the room, but I couldn't move my head, so I could only see her out of the corner of my eyes. She was turned away from me, so she couldn't see me, and she was crying, but she was holding my hand.

    These are just the images I distinctly remember. When I was older and relayed them to my mom, thinking they were pieces of a bad dream, she told me I was running in the grocery store and fell and busted my lip open. I was too young and small for anesthesia, so they had to sew me up without it, so they velcro-ed me to a table to prevent me from moving and sewed me up. My mom said it was so horrible she couldn't look, she just cried the whole time while she held my hand.

    I guess it was painful enough for me to remember it from a very young age, even though I didn't know exactly what was going on.
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