What Was Your Very First Memory?
Childhood December 14th, 2009
OK, peeps. Some of you might remember when I wrote a post asking you about your firsts (first kiss, first car, first job, etc).
I had such a blast reading your responses. And now I’m going to ask you to dig deeper. I mean really deep.
Here goes. What was your very first memory?
I doubt any of you can remember when you were babies. I’m guessing the earliest age where one can remember anything clearly enough was around two or three years old.
Maybe your first memory was clear as day, or maybe it was only a hazy recollection. Maybe what you remember stuck with you for its seriousness or for it being funny. Whatever it was, think back and tell us!
As for me, my very first memory is of sitting in the living room, playing with toys, and looking at little dust particles dancing around in strong sunlight. My mother’s probably going to worry you’ll think I lived in a pig sty, but trust me, our house was antiseptic clean. I expect I was jumping around on the couches stirring up the dust bunnies.
I don’t know why I remember that. I do know I felt content at that moment, and curious about the fuzzy air I was seeing.
So let’s have it. What was your very first memory?
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December 14th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
I remember dad changing my diaper. And that I asked him why grandpa coughed blood (nice one). And that I once ate glass (nice one too) at my grandmas house. Don’t know which was first really.
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December 14th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
My memory is probably when I was a bit older than you. I remember riding a tricycle madly down a sidewalk–a very cracked sidewalk–laughing like crazy.
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December 14th, 2009 at 5:45 pm
Walking across the lawn to get to the door of the house we would move into somewhere around age 3.
PS: I’m sure those dust particles were interesting. I still sometimes watch them.
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December 14th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
The earliest memory I can recall is sitting on the concrete steps of our back porch with our Collie, Andy licking my ear. And eating my ice cream.
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December 14th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
It’s a very vague memory…and appropriate for this time of year…of riding a tricycle in front of a Christmas tree. That’s all there is to the memory, but it’s back there in the cobwebs of my mind.
Have I told you that you tend to wonder about the strangest things?
December 14th, 2009 at 5:51 pm
Maybe something in preschool? I remember the had shoe laces and velcro stuff on these cardboard boards to teach ou how to tie our shoes and do velcro. I think the also had buttons.
I remember being the best at velcro and the worst at laces. Today I still tie my shoes with two bunny ears instead of one. I could never really comprehend the other way.
December 14th, 2009 at 5:58 pm
I love the topics you concoct. Pure Kathy.
My first memory was when I was around 2 or 3. It was a hot summer day and I was pushing a blue and yellow toy taxi, where the driver’s head would bob up and down as you pushed it. My best friend and I were on my sidewalk and he had the exact same toy too.
Can’t wait to read the rest. They ought to be good Kathy.
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:00 pm
Standing on my great-grandads porch wearing ugly brown corrective shoes. I was flatfooted, and still am. Also remember him letting me play (bang) on the piano all I wanted to, while chewing lots of Juicy Fruit Gum. He was a pharmacist and had a wonderful, huge roll top desk with all kinds of spaces to explore. I was probably three.
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
i fell against a door step when i was very young, 2ish. i remember being in the car while my dad stopped for gas, the gas pumps used to ding at every gallon way back then. and i also remeber being in the doctor’s office with bright lights above me and a cloth or drape over my face. i could only see a square of light through the opening for the doctor to give me stitches. see…many falling memories!
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hugs,
puglette
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
my very first memory would be when I was 2 1/2. I don’t recall the actual event that put me in the hospital but I remember my parents leaving for the night and crying for them to stay.
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
It’s hard to think of a memory that’s not influenced by old photos. Maybe it’s being at my Grandma Ollie’s house?
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
Tina, my sister, was two years older than me, and was in a cot for some reason. Probably not well. I must have been very young, about two maybe. I was walking (or wobbling) around with some sort of pole or stick in my hand, waving it around. I hit Tina on the head with it. She screamed and I remember mum taking it off me and telling me I mustn’t do things like that. Now I know why she did what she did with the milk formula
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Taking a big powder puff and “powdering” my Mom’s TV. In those days they were big consoles!! She really appreciated it!!
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December 14th, 2009 at 6:59 pm
I knew you guys would come through with some great memories!
Wynn — What quirky memories you had. Isn’t it fun trying to remember, though? Wading through the haze…
Patricia — Love that! I can almost hear squeaky wheels being pedaled by really tiny feet. Go, Patricia! Go!
TheWordWire — I’m sure it stuck with you as a major event in your young life. I was mesmerized by the dust just hanging in the air, bouncing off the light. Weird.
Chris Casey — I love that, Chris. What a fun memory. Slurp!
Tarheel Rambler — Aw, little Lee got a trike! And isn’t it funny to remember how small you were as a youngster? Like how could we possibly fit on a tiny bike now. I love to think of these things, as you’ve pointed out. But I hope that’s part of why people keep coming back here.
Regan — That was just about the cutest comment you’ve ever left. Bunny ears! See, that’s all we knew was laces. They ARE hard!
Jeff — Thank you, my friend. I’m loving reading these comments so far. It’s so neat to read what stuck with people. I bet you loved your bobblehead truck. Do you remember Weebles in the bus?
Cats Goats Quotes — I love how vivid your memories are, especially the corrective shoes. Probably any kids nemesis who had to wear them. Incidentally, I never had a roll top desk, but just bought a hand-me-down one from the mother of a co-worker. I love it so much. All those nooks and crannies!
puglette — I read your comment to my husband and we could hear the ding of the gas pump as I read it. What a distinctive sound. It’s too bad people of a certain age won’t know that sound. I felt so bad about you seeing only a sliver of light. How scary that must have been for you. I just read your PC tossing post and I’m still chuckling.
ann — Oh, now don’t make me cry! That’s horrible! Poor baby.
Wendi — Yes, and also family discussions about what we might have done as kids. I love the process of thinking back. My husband had some fun memories he just shared with me that I never knew. This was a great exercise.
Babs Beetle — Ooooo! Babs was a little troublemaker! But, yeah. Maybe she remembered and got you back with the formula incident, although I have to say that still scares me to read about that. You were so very lucky.
Sniffie and the Florida Furkids — That sounds like so much fun and I’m sure you couldn’t possibly have resisted the temptation. That absolves you of all sin!
December 14th, 2009 at 7:08 pm
Hmm… this is tough, whats my first memory? I think I was about four and my brother was two and we used to play a game by sliding pennies from upstairs to downstairs via the central vacuum cleaner! I think we broke it once when we tried to slide bigger objects! I remember my mom being very angry!
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:10 pm
I remember being carried by my mother down our steep driveway (must have been about 18 months old) whilst she was talking to my two cousins about Santa Claus. She then put me down and closed the garage door and then we headed into the house. Not really sure why I remember that though.
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
I have many memories from when I was young, but I’m not always sure which happened when. I do remember my first day of K-4, in Mrs. Dudley’s class. I was the first student there, and our names were all labeled on the desks, and Mrs. Dudley asked me if I could find my name. I couldn’t read yet, so I picked the wrong desk. I think it did start with the right letter though!
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
Mine is a little random.
It was the day JFK was shot. My mom was watching in the living room and obviously upset. I remember being confused by that — and frightened. Meanwhile, weirdo JD was sitting on the edge of her crib imagining that Prince Charming was about to drop by. And who played Prince Charming? Why, Dick van Dyke, of course.
It sounds more like a weird dream.
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:21 pm
I was in a strange apartment on the kitchen floor playing with cats. My mom was there visiting someone in the next room and probably having Manhattans. She says I was 2. So to recap, the first thing I remember learning in life is that daytime cocktails with your girlfriends trumps everything, including childcare.
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December 14th, 2009 at 7:50 pm
Hold on to your knickers, Kathy…
I spent my first few years on my grandparents farm in KY–very rustic. I was two or three. I was standing out back of the house near the water pump holding a piece of bologna. A scroungy dog came up and grabbed it out of my hands…I screamed…my grandmother ran out with a rifle/shotgun (was a little too young to know my firearms) and she shot it. I followed her as she took it up the side of a hill and buried it in a shallow grave. I remember asking her what would happen to the dog and she said that it would turn to dust and go back into the earth.
I have not told this story to Lucy–she would be mortified!
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December 14th, 2009 at 8:06 pm
I have a vague recollection of playing on the kitchen floor on the day that my sister started kindergarten. Since she’s two years older, I must have been 3. I also remember clearing off the bottom of a teacart at my Grandma’s house and sitting on the bottom shelf. I’ve seen photos of myself doing that at about age 2, but I’m sure I’m remembering a repeat performance.
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December 14th, 2009 at 8:10 pm
I remember being pleased with my raccoon wallpaper (that’s wallpaper – with raccoons on it) around age 3 or so. To this day, I have a fondness for raccoons.
Kevin´s last blog ..Coyote Urine!
December 14th, 2009 at 8:42 pm
I remember clear as a bell..I was in my crib…probably 2 years old-ish…my brother was doing a summersalt oh his bed (so he was around 4), and he fell off the bed…I started screaming for my mother and she and our neighbor, Faye came running into our room..I think it was late afternoon..
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December 14th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
I remember lying in the back of a car with my baby sister. It was very hot (Arizona) and dark. We’d just got shots and my parents had given us stuffed rabbits that had a wind-up song in it.
“Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail…”
I don’t remember the pain, but I do remember the song, playing over and over.
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December 14th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
Right before I turned three we took a family vacation to Maine. Since I can’t remember anything before that, this must be my first memory. However, there are only two mental images that have stayed with me. One – sitting in the cabin on the bottom bunk with my grandmother. Two – getting into a canoe. Each memory was less than a few seconds. I might have to get back to Maine one of these days.
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December 14th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
I remember the trailer house we lived in. I remember being in the hospital after having my tonsils removed and the pink puppet they gave me, Mr Pinky. I remember laying on the couch at home afterward and watching Hopalong Cassidy(?) only it looked like there were 4 TVs because I was still pretty out of it.
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December 14th, 2009 at 11:06 pm
Great question, Kath!
Ok…mine, was having my tonsils removed when I was 5 years old. OMG…the pain afterwards was horrible. And all I wanted to do was drink water because I was dying of thurst and I wasn’t allowed because of damaging the stiches. So, my father sat on the side of the hospital bed and spoon fed me little pieces of chipped ice.
aaaaaah….relief!
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December 14th, 2009 at 11:37 pm
I remember when I was around 3 years old, way back in 1958, and my family and I were on a ship from the US to Europe. I was down in our cabin with my sister, Wylie, who was around 8 years old. She told me the ship was going to sink. It did not sink.
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December 14th, 2009 at 11:38 pm
Hmmm, I seem to remember playing on the front steps with the daughter of our landlord when we went to Expo ‘67 when I was 2 1/2 (believe me, if you took 7 kids to something like that for a week or more, you’d rent an apartment instead of hotel rooms, too). On the other hand, it could simply be remembering the photo taken of us. LOL
Another early memory is from Hemisfair in San Antonio in ‘68. There were all sorts of things hanging from the ceiling, including this huge mechanical bee, or possibly a hornet. The wings flapped. I always thought this memory was also from Expo ‘67 until I was watching some old Super 8 movies labeled “Hemisfair” and saw this thing again.
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December 14th, 2009 at 11:49 pm
Riding my tricycle down the steps of our apartment building.
Yeah, I started early.
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December 15th, 2009 at 12:27 am
My very first memory was when I was about three years old, It was my first day in a daycare center. I remember seeing all these people and all these bright lights, and feeling terrified of the number of people. I cried, and it was my last day in daycare. Looking back, I realized that what I saw were the auras of the people.
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December 15th, 2009 at 12:37 am
That’s an interesting question. I remembered my dad carrying me on a friend’s wedding day and I was scared of strangers. It was vague but still exists at the back of my mind.
December 15th, 2009 at 1:12 am
My mom was feeding my baby brother and I said, “Take him back, I wanted a Rebecca!”
Before that time I remember sitting in a padded crib in the hospital. Nope, I wasn’t in the mental ward. I was really at the hospital recovering from surgery. Honest. My Aunt brought me a puzzle that was to help me learn letters. That sort of made it better. But the pieces were all the same shape. And there were only 4-6 pieces. That points to me being extremely young or extremely remedial.
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December 15th, 2009 at 1:52 am
I remember a recurring dream I had many times between the ages of 3 to 5 or 6 years old. I never understood the dream until I was much, much older and at that point realized that it was a dream that was impossible for such a young child to have. Other than that, I have no memories of anything before about 11 or 12 years old. Weird eh?
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December 15th, 2009 at 3:14 am
I was thinking it was when I had my tonsils out or maybe when my brother and I had chicken pox, both occurred when I was about 3, but then I had a very strong memory of being a baby, held warm and comfy in my Nana’s arms. She was an elderly woman my parents moved in with when they were first married. She was alone and wanted a young couple to move in with her to help her out. She was my first babysitter and she was well into her 70s when I was born. But that warm, safe, comforting feeling is so strong…and I remember looking at her face and touching the soft, droopy skin of her neck.
Thank you for helping me to find those lovely memories!
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December 15th, 2009 at 5:14 am
I remember having chicken pox or maybe it was the measles and my mom took my favorite doll and used a red crayon to make little spots on it. She thought it would make me happy, but I cried.
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December 15th, 2009 at 5:59 am
My first memory I can remember was I was holding my own bottle. I was on the floor and the tv was on. I dont know why I remember that but I do.
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December 15th, 2009 at 6:17 am
meleah rebeccah — What an excellent game! My sister Ann and I used to have “marble races” on our couch. It was a 50s style couch with laminate on the top, kind of a shelf. Because the couch wasn’t perfectly level, you could put two marbles at one end and watch them roll to the end. I’m guessing your mom wished you would have helped her vacuum instead of breaking it. But chutes of any kind are so fun!
Riayn — Because they were talking about Santy Claus! Your memory is like my memory. So random and I can’t figure out why it stuck with me.
Surfie — Aw, that’s so cute! You reminded me of the trouble I had with my own name. My last name was 12 letters long and very hard to spell. In fact, I was the last kid in kindergarten able to spell it without the aid of a card.
JD at I Do Things — A little random? I get why the JFK shooting would have stuck in your little head, but the Dick Van Dyke thing has me puzzled. And laughing.
Happy Hour Sue — Hear hear! Well, at least you weren’t entirely alone. I’ve heard cats make great babysitters.
earthtoholly — OMG. How horrible! No, no. Please don’t tell Lucy. She’d ask what the problem was with stealing bologna. Holy cow. I’m still in shock about the shotgun. Poor pup. Had no idea, did he?
haleyhughes — I think other people’s milestones have a way of settling in our memories. It helps to have pictures or to hear stories from older family members to corroborate our memories. If you’d look at the cart now, I bed you’d laugh at how small it is and that you fit on it.
Kevin — I have never heard of anyone having raccoon wallpaper. I hope it was at least cartoony! Otherwise, it’d probably scare the bejesus out of kids. Funny memory!
amy lilley — I love that you have a laser-focused memory of that, though sorry your brother hurt himself. But then again, boys and beds were made for rough and tumble.
Stephanie Barr — Ahhh, what a nice memory. Not the shots, but Mr. Bunny. These stories are such a hoot for me to read. Thanks for sharing.
Bryan — This post makes me want to research memory further. Like does memory get created because we’re surrounded by the same scene over and over and then we pick one episode from that scene to remember? Or can it be a memory of something that happened only once and its magnitude is what sets it in stone? So curious why certain incidents become long-standing flashes of memory.
Moonshadow — Oooo! Our first drug-induced memory! I love that you and Stephanie have memories of getting a present for your pain and can remember so much about them.
Ron — Awww, another tonsillectomy! Poor little Ron! It’s no surprise to me that some of you have your earliest memories attached to pain.
Jaya — Wow, what a cool memory! I’ve never been on a ship, but I can guarantee I’d remember it from an early age if I did. Especially if someone freaked me out by saying it would sink.
Ladybuggz — I can see how a picture or film might set wheels in motion and make you think you remembered. I love how our brains can play those tricks on us.
Knucklehead! — Good one! You do know only boys would consider doing that, right?
Spife — Oh, wow. Creepy memory! I wasn’t thrilled to meet new people either. Some day I’ll write about my first day of kindergarten. Lots of tears. Lots.
La leche — Me too. (See above). I think if there was fear involved, the memory sticks with us stronger.
TheSnackHound — Hilarious! Did you ever get “your Rebecca?” “…extremely young or extremely remedial.” Again, hilarious!
Will — Interesting. I know it’s possible for people to have a vast chunk of time early on where they can’t remember a thing. You’re not alone in that.
Anna — I experienced that contentedness, too. Thank you for sharing that lovely memory. Nanas are nice.
Daisy’s mom — Sorry your favorite dolly got the spots. I’m sure you’re mother thought it would make you feel like Sisters of the Dot. I’m sorry it made you cry instead. Poor Daisy’s mom.
Curtis — I don’t know why I remember my memory either. So many to choose from, but why THAT one? I love the randomness of it all!
December 15th, 2009 at 6:41 am
i believe my mom was trying to get me to wear a pink two piece short set to preschool/camp and i wasn’t down with showing my belly button.
of course, now i can’t find my belly button nor can i wear a two piece.
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December 15th, 2009 at 6:55 am
I don’t remember much but I do remember this because I was afraid my mom was going to land on me! I less than 5 years old, not sure what age but sitting on the couch. All of sudden, my mom screamed really, really LOUD and jumped on top of the couch right next to me! She saw a mouse in our house!
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December 15th, 2009 at 7:24 am
My earliest memory is all feelings, although as an adult trying to describe it is much different then it happened. I remember waking up in my crib, and looked at my raggedy Ann doll and rolling over pissed I was awake and wet and no one was there. I called my mom, and then it felt like forever before she came for me.
I also remember being in a car seat and looking at the mountains and having my hand wrapped in the husky’s neck and being comfortable and mellow. My parents weren’t around and it was me and the dog (we were in a small town of like 400 people tho, so it couldn’t have been long, or I just don’t remember anyone in the car with me) just waiting.
Dunno when it was. The dog was gone by the time I was about 20 months old, and I didn’t have a crib by the time I was 18 months old, but they’re very hazy and snatches of things.
I do remember my 3rd b-day onwards, and I have a lot of memories about playing with a buffalo across the street at a ranch. To this day, I remember I loved that buffalo and it loved me. Best not to ask about that one tho.
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December 15th, 2009 at 7:27 am
Actually, I can remember sitting in a playpen (remember when they were called that?) while my mom folded laundry with “Days of Our Lives” on the big and boxy TV. Weird…
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December 15th, 2009 at 8:53 am
I was 3 years old. I had to go to the Allentown Hospital to have my tonsils removed. Back then you were put in a children’s ward..maybe 10 kids to a room. Actually there wasn’t a door to the room. Parents didn’t stay over night either. When I think of it..there was no security..anyone could have walked by, picked me up, and kidnapped me. Wow…maybe my parents are my parents!!! (;-)))
December 15th, 2009 at 9:20 am
I remember the house we lived in back in Hawaii. I would play in a little area under the stairs, which were open so I could peek out. Considering we moved to PA just before I turned 2, I guess I can remember before 2 years old.
I also remember the flight from HI to PA. Long flight for a toddler, so my parents got me and my sister headphones to listen to the in-flight music. They were Winnie the Pooh.
Oh, yeah, one more thing Kathy – if you’re real nice to me, I’ll even show you a pic of me under those previously mentioned stairs. My older sister and I are archiving my parent’s old slides, and we just came across those pics this past weekend…
December 15th, 2009 at 10:05 am
I remember being about 2 and being lost in McCrory’s five and dime, and hiding under a rack of clothes because a bigger kid I met was picking on me. I just remember being so disoriented and not being able to see my parents– who were apparently actually somewhere nearby.
I ended up being brought to the manager up front, who was nice to me and gave me candy.
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December 15th, 2009 at 10:10 am
My first memory… I was about 3ish and my sister, about 2ish was on the porch and I was trying to rescue her doll from our dog’s mouth. My very next memory was opening my eyes to a bunch of masks hovering over me telling me it’s going to be okay. I have a scar on my face to prove it wasn’t a dream.
December 15th, 2009 at 10:50 am
In Kyoto, three years old, watching a lightning storm from the bathroom window where I had been sent by my mother because she saw how terrified I was.
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December 15th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
August, 1964…
Flushing, New York
About 8,000,000 degree C.
I was under two years old and remember being so thoroughly disgusted with the heat and humidity that I decided I need to cool off in the fountain and pool that was part of the giant globe. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s the one at the end of Men In Black.
I did cool off, but of course was miserable the rest of the day, sitting in a stroller wearing soaking wet clothes.
December 15th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
I remember sitting in the metal milk box on our front porch. I must have been 3 or 4. Does anybody remember milk boxes, or am I really much older than I think?
December 15th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
A lot of my memories went bye bye with my brain surgery but I still have my very first memory for some reason. I was 4 and it was the day they brought my first brother home from the hospital. I got a little tea set to play with. I specifically remember the tea cart.
It was downhill from there ’cause they brought me two more brothers.
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December 15th, 2009 at 1:14 pm
@Susan
I remember the milk man coming to our house. And the diaper delivery man – with the cloth diapers that I had to put on the three brothers.
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December 15th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
It was before I could talk or actually walk and I was pulling myself up from crawling and my sister who is 6 years older was pinching me and making me cry.I remember it in my head, but since I couldn’t talk she got away with it so I must have been really young, but believe me I never forgot how mean she was to me when Mama wasn’t looking and I would scream and cry any time she came near me. When I got old enough to talk she was nicer to me, but I could tell on her by then.
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December 15th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
My first memory is from when I was fairly little. I remember the dog jumping in my crib and falling asleep with him all cuddled up when I was maybe 1 – 1 1/2. We didn’t have him much longer because we couldn’t bring him back from the Philippines after my dad was transferred back here. He was in the air force.
On a side note, I nominated you for an award on my blog but please do not feel obligated to do anything. You probably get a bunch of these MeMe’s. I just wanted to give you some props.
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Jessica
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December 15th, 2009 at 1:51 pm
Hi Kathy,
I have a vague memory of sitting in a stadium of sorts, and then, seeing crowds of people and a giant globe. My parents tell me they took the family to the 1964 World’s Fair in Flushing, Queens, in NYC. I was barely a year old then; and, when I look at photos and movies of the fair, that’s what I remember. I guess it was worth the price of admission if I can recall visiting their forty-five years later? Thanks for allowing me to think back–way back–to my childhood. -Mike.
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December 15th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
V — Me neither. I could try, but then I might get arrested for indecent exposure. Yes, that look is criminal on me now.
Karen — When one sees a mouse, even possibly crushing your children will not get in the way.
SewDucky — It’s amazing you can remember back to diapers. And you’re the second person with early memories of sitting with a pooch! I swear I won’t ask about the buffalo.
Stacey — Oh, yes. I don’t remember being in one, but I’ve seen old pictures of me in one. I suspect a lot of moms folded laundry to Days of Our Lives or any number of other soaps.
Linda — How interesting. Yeah, can you imagine that today? No way. Everybody gets a wrist tag, you get scanned and checked. And parents can stay overnight. Sounds a lot better now, huh?
Grant — As I mentioned at our meeting today, I’m still thinking about getting my hands on your yearbook picture. If you think I’m nice enough to you, please scan the pic and send it to me. I promise I won’t plaster it all over the blog and Facebook. Trust me?
Jenn Thorson — McCrory’s! I love your memory of getting saved at the store. And candy, of course. I wonder if I get lost in a mall whether a security cop would give me a lollipop if I asked?
April — Uh-oh. Mean dog bit you, eh? I’m guessing you’ve been afraid of dogs ever since. At least I am. Ever since I was bitten when I was about nine.
wngl — Are you still afraid of lightening?
BabaBooey – Awwww, little soggy BabaBooey. I don’t know the globe, because I’ve never seen the movie. But I shall have to look for it now to see where you took your dip.
Susan — I remember! Actually, we had those old 4-bottle metal cage type things that we picked up from the dairy, back when people went to dairies for milk. (See Pricilla’s comment. She remembers too).
Pricilla — Sorry about your surgery, but your brother comment made me laugh. Do you have any older sisters at least?
Jude — I’m sorry you had a mean sister. But I bet you could beat her up now, right? I guess this disproves my theory that only older brothers can be pests.
Jessica — That makes dog story #3! Sorry you couldn’t get reacquainted with your pooch. Sad story. Thank you for the award. I’ll check it out when I’m finished here.
Mike — Ah! You’re the second Flushing Queens World’s Fair story! That’s awesome. (BabaBooey commented that he jumped in the water at the globe). Yes, totally worth it.
December 15th, 2009 at 2:10 pm
It was the most cool and refreshing water I had ever experienced in my 22 months on this planet.
But, boy, soaking wet toddler clothes sitting upon a soaking wet circa 1964 stroller was misery!!
December 15th, 2009 at 2:11 pm
I can remember standing in the front seat of our parked car while my mother was in the house. I hit something and it lurched forward a foot or so into a fence. I think I was 3.
When I had just turned 4, my mom brought my 4th sibling home from the hospital to find the 3 of us with chicken pox. I remember proudly showing her a blister on my hand.
Linda´s last blog ..Snips and Snails and puppy dog tales
December 15th, 2009 at 2:11 pm
My very first memory? I must have been about two-years-old when I was determined to plant pumpkin seeds in the yard after Halloween so that we might grow our own pumpkins.
That seems right, at least…
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December 15th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
My first memory was making pudding with my mother. I was about three and remember standing on a chair so I could stir the pudding on the stove. I remember she let me lick the spoon. My mother got sick shortly after that and there was no more making pudding or any of that kind of stuff so I am thankful I have one memory of when she was well.
Jen´s last blog ..Little of This and a Little of That
December 15th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
I remember being a Nana’s house and being happy. Nana was kind of fat and would let me sit on her fluffy comforting lap.
December 15th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
My first memory is when I was 2. It was October. I would turn three that December. I remember all of this because it’s when my little sister was born. I had been the baby for almost 3 years. I was so excited. I remember standing on a stepstool helping my dad wash dishes. (I have always joked I don’t know why this memory stood out, because I was getting a little sister, or because dad was washing the dishes) haha. Anyway I remember that mom had had the baby girl and I was going to be snuck into the hospital by my aunt and uncle to go see her. Back in those days, even little siblings could not go in. We got into see my mom, but unfortunately my little sister was in the nursery. I didn’t get to see her. That’s ok though because she spent the next several years of my life torturing me! haha
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December 15th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
My earliest memory must have been when I was 2-3 yrs old. We were in Biloxi Miss, living in a trailer park. I was playing in a blow up swimming pool, and a dead bee stung me on my right thumb. I went inside to tell my mother, and she wasn’t there. I found her next door sitting outside with all the other neighborhood moms talking. Can you imagine today leaving a child alone in a swimming pool?
My next memory is the Worlds Fair, so I must have been 4. I remember the demo of an automated Bakery. The big deal was bread could be baked, sliced and bagged ‘untouched by human hands.’
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December 15th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
I think it was fishing…which is funny because as an adult, I would rather jam a stick in my eye than touch a fish. Anyways, to be more specific, I think it was telling my grand father about the fish I caught. Sadly, that’s all I can remember – guess I drank too much somewhere along the way.
Well, off to find out why my Christmas lights aren’t working. Have a great day.
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December 15th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
I don’t know if this is my first memory, but I do remember being about two at Christmas. I kept hearing this radio playing, but I didn’t see a radio anywhere. I remember my two grandfathers laughing the entire time I tried to find it. As it turns out, it was a Coca Cola bottle radio (the old glass kind). I guess I was too young to figure out that it wasn’t really a bottle of Coke. I even remember what I had on, but that could be because I’ve seen the pics.
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December 15th, 2009 at 7:04 pm
I remember sharing a crib with my younger sister during nap time. She was 1yr younger than me and she was the only one who slept in a crib from the beginning. My first bed was a dresser drawer until she was born. I must of been about 2. We were in the Bahamas and it was hard to get furniture. I remember she was sick and vomited on my doll and it had a stain on it’s face from then on.
DJ´s last blog ..The Great Balloon Experiment!
December 15th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
BabaBooey — See, now. Why does there always have to be a downside? Thanks for sending me that link. I can see why you jumped in there. The fountain was spectacular!
Linda — Ruh-roh. Now what were you doing in the car, little girl? I’m sure your mom wanted to go right back to the hospital and not come back until it was over. Poor mom!
The Hawg! — That’s one the cutest memories I’ve read yet!
Jen — Oh, Jen. What a bittersweet memory. I’m glad you had that moment with your mom.
Data Entry Service — I’m sure Nana liked to have you sit there, but I bet she wouldn’t describe it in the same way. Funny!
Sandi — Oh, man. I NEVER remember my dad washing dishes. If he did, he’d surely break them all. What a sweet hospital story. It would have been nice to see you peering over the wall of the nursery. Hi, sis!
Susan Montgomery — No, I cannot imagine letting a kid alone near a pool. Good thing, though. Sorry about the bee sting. I had my first in over 35 years a few years ago. Got stung right in the butt. Painful as hell. Lotta World’s Fair memories here. Love the bread story. Fascinating for the time, eh?
Kim — Me too. Went fishing once. That’s all I needed to know I hated it. I bet your granddad loved having you alone for the right. Good luck with your lights!
Staci at Just Bloggled — OMG!!! I had one of those!!!! Thank you for jogging my own memory of that.
DJ — You know, I’m quite sure a dresser drawer serves well enough for a crib/bed. We’ve gotten so luxurious these days, huh? That stinks about your dolly. I once blew my nose into the pajama outfit on one of my bears in a feverish haze. Luckily, the pajamas came off and could be washed. Gross!
December 15th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
My first memory was of looking at my Mickey Mouse watch. My grandfather told me to take deep breaths and count the hands (I was sick to my stomach and he was trying to convince me that if I took deep breaths I wouldn’t throw up). Can’t remember if I got sick or not.
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December 15th, 2009 at 7:34 pm
My first memory is of my grandmother cooking either Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner (not sure which) when I was three. After she took the turkey out of the oven , she took the oven rack out and set it against the wall for some reason. Before Granny could stop me, I grabbed the hot oven rack and burned my arm (in a lovely grid pattern) from hand to elbow. I don’t remember being upset, or whether or not I had to go to the doctor or anything, but I am still afraid of fire.
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December 15th, 2009 at 7:44 pm
I think it was when I was about 5. My neighbor Kathy had a cement patio and I had a pair of roller skates with a key. we would skate around on the patio for hours. it was a big patio but then again I was a small child.
Auntie E´s last blog ..My Home Dressed of the Holidays.
December 15th, 2009 at 9:28 pm
I have vague memories from when I was two or three, but the first clear one is of seeing my newborn cousin in the hospital when I was 5. And the clearest part was wondering why my aunt had her hair in two plaits like a little girl.
Fifthmarch´s last blog ..Norman Rockwell’s ‘School Fight’
December 15th, 2009 at 10:03 pm
My first clear memory is hiding behind a chimney at a house we lived at on top of a hill in Hindman, Kentucky. I’m not sure what I was hiding from. I was very young.
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December 15th, 2009 at 11:21 pm
My memory is of watching some of the streets of Chicago roll by while standing on the back seat of a car, looking out the rear window. It was the days of those electric street cars, and I remember all these overhead wires which fascinated me, for some reason. I think I was about 3.
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December 16th, 2009 at 12:33 am
I think my first clear memory is of my fourth birthday. My mother had made me a cake in the shape of a castle and it was blue. Funnily enough, I don’t remember actually eating the cake, just looking at it.
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December 16th, 2009 at 9:20 am
I remember giving my younger sister an egg shampoo. She was about 1 and so I was 3. I convinced her to sit on the floor in front of the fridge while I cracked eggs over her head?? Mom wasn’t very happy that day.
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December 16th, 2009 at 10:47 am
I’m pretty fuzzy on the chronological order of my first memories, but I do remember a trailer park we moved into when I was about 2.5. We’d just moved to Savannah Georgia and that’s where we lived until my parents found a house to rent. I have a very clear memory of visiting with another resident there who told us how she liked to drink pickle juice and put ice in her milk. I have a lot of fragments of memories of that time, but this is the most clear, probably because it’s the first time I ever thought “why the heck are you telling me this”?
Tracy´s last blog ..The music of my childhood
December 16th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
Just brothers……*sigh*
and I forgot to say that I want some of whatever JD is on ’cause it sounds way better than what I am on.
Pricilla´s last blog ..Wordless Wednesday (Almost)
December 16th, 2009 at 4:22 pm
Pooping behind the couch in my grandma’s living room and crying when they caught me…pretty embarrassing, I know
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December 16th, 2009 at 10:10 pm
I have several memories but not sure which is the oldest. I remember playing with a wooden cash register while sitting in the backyard. You pushed different buttons and the cash drawer popped open. I also remember crying because I had to go to bed right after McHale’s Navy was on. It was summer and it wasn’t even dark yet. I also remember my brother and sister making me look through a vent in the upstairs that looked down into the kitchen. My parents were making our Easter Baskets and my brother and sister where like, “See, there is no Easter Bunny.” I am pretty sure I was preschool in each of those memories.
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December 17th, 2009 at 12:50 am
I remember my mom going to the hospital to give birth to my brother. I was so mad because the following day was my (4th) birthday and I remember thinking the baby is ruining everything!
December 17th, 2009 at 1:22 am
I was about 2 years old. I remember standing at the top of the stairs, 2nd floor, dark wooden staircase, there was a black kitchen wall phone on the wall. Nothing else. The place was empty. I asked my Mother about it and she told me that it sounded like her Mother’s house. She surmised that it must have been moving day when we moved to the house we called home until both my parents passed away when I was in my twenties. I must say, I think I kind of freaked her out with that memory. Figuring the date that we moved into the house they had built for our family, I had to be 2 years old, or a bit shy of 2.
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December 17th, 2009 at 5:13 am
frogmama — I bet you didn’t. Mickey makes all things better.
absepa — Oooo! Not good!!! And I don’t blame you for still having the fear. (not a bad fear to have, actually.)
Auntie E — And of course now I’m singing that song! Yeah, I’m guessing the patio was average sized, but everything is so huge in our memories and we are so tiny.
Fifthmarch — How interesting. You remembered a hair style. I love reading these comments and what was so unique as to be remembered.
A Valdese Blogger — Hopefully it was just hide ‘n seek, and not hiding to stay out of trouble (like me. My hiding place was the basement of our house.)
WillOaks Studio — That would absolutely fascinate me, too. You were lucky to live in a city with weird and wonderful machinery. Heck, I was fascinated with the trollies when I visited Toronto a couple summers ago. And I was 42 at the time!
Elisha — Cool! You were lucky. I had very flat, non-castley cakes.
Buggys — Gross! But at least it was an organic shampoo and not something dangerous like a cleaning supply. Aren’t eggs good for your hair anyway?
Tracy — We always remember all the “interesting” people, don’t we? For the record, ice in milk is awesome.
Pricilla — Too bad. Yeah, JD wins for the most surreal memory.
Ana Fabijanic — And you win the prize for having the most guts admitting that memory. Huzzah!
Preston — Fabulous memories, Preston! And tell me cash registers aren’t the funnest toy EVER. I’m sorry the Easter Bunny thing got ruined for you.
Shelly — That’s so typical of kids when a newborn is on the way. I don’t blame you at all for being peeved.
Lola — Your mom probably wondered why you were even asking. Did you tell her some weird blogger was asking?
December 17th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
that’s a good one! and a difficult one too.
I wish my memory had an order by date button, but… I’ll try…
I remember playing at the backyard of an old house in country side were my family lived until I was 4. So I suppose I was 3 years old that time…
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December 17th, 2009 at 4:25 pm
I can’t remember anything until I was maybe 4 or 5 years old. Except for that day when I was 2 and almost drowned, but even then I’m not sure if that was a memory or a dream.
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December 17th, 2009 at 4:26 pm
My first memory is music triggered, as would many memories in my life. I was 3 years old, Hall & Oates “Kiss on my List” was playing on the truck radio. I was sitting on the cold vinyl seats waiting for my mom & dad to come back from ordering ice cream at Joe’s Drive-In walk up window.
December 18th, 2009 at 7:57 am
My first memory….that would be standing in a crib, both hands on the railing. Some might doubt that, but I once asked my mom if my crib was up against a certain wall in that bedroom, she said yes, and told me that there was a mirror across from it. Ah ha! That would be the reason I can see myself standing in a crib….I literally COULD see myself.
Sue´s last blog ..It’s Prep Day Baby
December 19th, 2009 at 5:48 pm
It’s random, but I remember hanging out in the 3rd floor of the old farm house we rented when I was a tot. My mom was vacuuming, and I found the skeleton of a dead mouse. Probably what made me remember the moment was my mom’s reaction to me taking such a keen interest, and my questions about “what happened to the mouse? Where is the mouse now?”
I also remember a pet cockroach my dad brought home from Purdue (he was a research asst for an entomologist). It was huge, it pulled a cart.
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December 19th, 2009 at 7:58 pm
I also had a cake that looked like a giant chocolate beehive! The bottom part was chocolate cake, and the top was an entire mixing bowl size chunk of chocolate crackle! Then my mum covered it in icing and stuck in heaps of bees and butterflies she’d made from marzipan icing and then painted and put in wires so they looked like they were flying around the cake. It was awesome. ^-^
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December 20th, 2009 at 6:35 am
comprar imovies — This was such a fun exercise. I suppose kids these days will have it easier remembering their wee years, what with all the videotaping people do of their kids from birth.
Nanny Goats — Almost drowned? Scary memory, my dear. I hope it was just a dream, but what’cha dreamin’ about that for?
Erin — Aw, that’s a fun memory. I’ve always found both music and smells the most excellent triggers of memories. To this day, when I smell a certain kind of cleaner, it reminds me of my grade school maintenance guy’s mop bucket. How weird is that?
Sue — Aw, a tiny Sue with tiny hands in a tiny crib!
Stacey Kimmel — Eww on both counts, but especially the cart-pulling roach, although I have to admit that’s pretty awesome.
Elisha — That’s the coolest cake I’ve ever heard of. It also sounds like it’d take a week to eat. Awesome indeed!
December 20th, 2009 at 8:42 am
My 1st memory… I think it was when I threw my mother’s wireless phone into the closet hahahah
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December 20th, 2009 at 9:27 am
There were ten or so eight year olds… I think we demolished it pretty quickly, though I kept the marzipan painted queen bee from the top of the hive for years! ^-^
Elisha´s last blog ..War against the snails
December 20th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
My first memory…..
Oh my word, I don’t remember. Got a head cold. Will have to think about this. But I may never remember; I have to go waaaaay back for this…
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December 20th, 2009 at 5:05 pm
I’m not sure which one is earliest, but I have a couple that had to take place when I was 2 years old. One is of my Dad trimming a rose bush in front, and off to the side was a hole I dug with a spade (I always dug holes as a kid – Nintendo has nothing on good hole digging). I also remember crossing the road to a garden across the road (we were in the Appalachians in Pennslyvania). I also remember my parents telling me there were monsters in the upstairs closet, and not to open the door or they would get out. The closet door was at the top of steep steps, so they were doing it to keep me from opening the door, but talk about childhood trauma!
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December 20th, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Earliest memory for me is kind of cheesy. I was 3 years old, and my brother was still a baby, just big enough to sit up and crawl. We were sitting in the living room together, and watching Bugs Bunny on the old black and white TV, while Dad was working in the home office behind us. I can even remember the episode to this day. Poor Elmer Fudd!
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December 21st, 2009 at 11:16 am
My first memory: I was in my crib and my mom brought me the bestest sweetest bottle of milk I ever tasted! I could not speak at that time, but I remember Mom telling her sis (My Aunt Helen) “he really likes it” and Aunt Helen saying “I told ya – that Karo Syrup is better than sugar.”
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December 22nd, 2009 at 1:23 am
I asked my Mom when I was in grade school. My Mom passed away in ‘84.
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January 1st, 2010 at 7:45 pm
My earliest memory is of standing in my crib and looking at something hanging on the door–we moved out of that apartment right around my first birthday. I also have clear memories of our next apartment, where we lived for less than a year before relocating to another city. I remember dropping my mother’s roller picks through the floor grates when I was about 18 months old, and once in my 20s I walked into a room with my mother and said, “We had this tile in the kitchen somewhere that we lived.” She looked at it for a long time and then said, “You’re right, but we moved out of that apartment when you were 22 months old.” Odd things to stick, but they’re crystal clear.
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January 12th, 2010 at 2:53 pm
Well, all I can remember from my first memory that I was trying to catch my sisters food, but I could not reached it…
January 20th, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Some of you have great memories… Wow. I’m having a hard time with my first memory. One thing I remember so clearly for some reason is, when I was about 3 years old, my grandpa just got this new car and it talked. I remember being blown away and always wanted to ride around with Grandpa because his car talked… haha. I think it was just simple things like “door ajar” and stuff like that but at 3 years old, pretty cool. Heck, if my car now said that I would still probably get pretty excited =)
@myCarBuddy
January 22nd, 2010 at 7:03 am
My first memory was around 2/3 years old too – I burnt my finger touching the oven after being told not to!
March 10th, 2010 at 1:08 pm
Gosh, that’s a question! There are a few but one in particular, I was about 2 in a nursery. I didnt want to be there, it was lunchtime and I hated the smell of the dinner and didnt want to eat it, I just wanted to be with my mum.