Comments on: What Was Your Very First Memory?

By: Joe Mason

Joe Mason — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 11:22:34 +0000

Chicken Pox can cause massive scarring of the skin that may not clear, that’s bad;*’

By: anthony morrison

anthony morrison — Thu, 27 May 2010 05:28:43 +0000

My first memory was when I was going to the school and my parents were coming for leave me at school at the time I was crying so much so by watching me a boy who besides me was also start crying with me and then we both were crying very loudly. That was very first but funny memory of mine.

By: Lucas Parker

Lucas Parker — Tue, 11 May 2010 14:24:48 +0000

Chicken pox is one hell of a nasty disease, it ruined my flawless skin a couple of years ago.~.~

By: chimney caps

chimney caps — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 20:37:07 +0000

My first memories were nothing just getting back in deep sleep .

By: Kaz

Kaz — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:08:50 +0000

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.

By: Bifold Doors

Bifold Doors — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 12:03:55 +0000

My first memory was around 2/3 years old too – I burnt my finger touching the oven after being told not to!

By: new car

new car — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:34:53 +0000

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

By: oculos escuros

oculos escuros — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:53:50 +0000

Well, all I can remember from my first memory that I was trying to catch my sisters food, but I could not reached it…

By: Tiffany

Tiffany — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:45:13 +0000

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.
.-= Tiffany´s last blog ..So the Thing Is…I’m a Novelist =-.

By: Lola

Lola — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 06:23:26 +0000

I asked my Mom when I was in grade school. My Mom passed away in ’84.
.-= Lola´s last blog ..Randomness =-.

By: Dave Lucas

Dave Lucas — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 16:16:23 +0000

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.”
.-= Dave Lucas´s last blog ..My Conversion to Christmas =-.

By: Master Dayton

Master Dayton — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:14:36 +0000

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!
.-= Master Dayton´s last blog ..Angry Freelance Writing Blogger Rant =-.

By: Jerry

Jerry — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:05:03 +0000

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!
.-= Jerry´s last blog ..Drop Lid Writing Desks =-.

By: Crabby Blogging Lady

Crabby Blogging Lady — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 20:40:35 +0000

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…
.-= Crabby Blogging Lady´s last blog ..You’re Welcome =-.

By: Elisha

Elisha — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 14:27:58 +0000

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 =-.