What is the earliest...

I remember walking hand-in-hand with my dad through the park while my mom was at a doctors appointment. She was very pregnant with my sister, which means I was almost 2 1/2.

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.

Breaking my leg when I was 4.... seems like traumatic events at about age 4 and memories are common. I am amazed at the even younger ones.

Standing in my crib, crying. My mom came in, picked me up, and sat me on her lap in the rocking chair and sang to me. I was only wearing a diaper. My legs were so little. I can remember the sound of my voice saying, "sing it again, mommy." and her chuckling and saying I was just trying to not go back to bed.

A lot of these post made me tear up, the one year old in the E.R., the dad drunk, the dad leaving the family...I feel for everyone who had such sad experiences as their first memories. Mine was at about age 3 or so and I attended a tupperware party with my stepmother and when it was over all the ladies were standing around getting their jackets and purses and I was tired so I held my arms up to my mother to pick me up, but when I looked again, it wasn't her. I was a very shy child and I remember feeling very embarrassed and I cried when I realized my mistake. Not really a big deal, but I was shy and overtired

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....

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!

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.

Getting a red tricycle for Christmas...I must have been about 3 or 4