i was having this conversation about politcs and religion and we were talking about the stem cell research and it made me think of memory. anyway, right before my nap i was wondering if cells had memory and if reincarnation cells have memory and then it made me think of my earliest memory. i know its kind of weird sequence of thought. but just curious what other people remember.
i remember running through a field and it was just like a scene out of "little girl on the prairie" just laughing and jumping and such. i jumped over this hole and scrapped my thigh on this branch. i lost so much blood i passed out. i believed this as the cause of my scar on my leg. i remember changing the twenty bandaids on my thigh because my grandfather didnt believe i needed stiches.
but i just found out this was not true. huh. i guess i was in a high chair and i tried to get out of it and some bar came loose as i did and scrapped my leg.
My earliest memory is when I was three (I think, anyways) and I was sitting on the floor in our den playing with a toy helicopter and my bear and my mom was sitting on the chair watching soap operas. Nothing really eventful happened. I found my little helicopter a few months ago while cleaning and remembered that......I wonder why that event would stand out in my mind as opposed to anything else. Hmmmmm.
That said, it's so fun finding old toys! I found this one Barbie I had when I was a kid and I must have put gel or mousse in her hair because her hair was all crusty, lol. I used to cut my Barbie's hair, too and I would always be sad when it didn't grow back. That's when I decided to play with my Barbies and transformers (yes, I was a gender-confused child, lol)....the transformers would attack Barbie's house and Ken would come and save the day. Ahhhh the good ole days!
The earliest I remember was when i was one year old. I thought i was older, but when i talked to my parents about it, they told me it was when i was only 1. I was visiting my family in San Diego (i would go every year), and my parents decided to take my older brother (who was 4) to disneyland. I remember being in the parking lot of disneyland and watching my parents and brother leave and i ended up just spending the day with my grand parents, not in disneyland.
How is that for a sad memory? I know it makes sense because i would have been a lot of trouble for my parents, but its just the fact of the matter. Luckily i was able to go to disneyland when i was a little older.
Standing in the driveway with the girl who lived next door to me. We were playing, and my Dad's bright yellow Toyota wagon was in the driveway. I remember it seeming like a huge car. However, having seen the car when I was older, it was a pretty small car. But it still amazes me how big that car seemed when I was younger.
I would say I was between the age of 2 and 3. I know I can't have been older than 3 1/2 because we moved to a new house and new city then. I only have vague memories of the house before that - really snapshots like the one above. The willow tree in the backyard. The living room, with steps up to the bedrooms (split level). The carport. The neighbours camper-van.
That's funny... I just read an article about how people who are blind from birth can actually dream in images. Scientists asked them to draw what they saw, and they'd create sketches of stick figures, birds, dresses - all very basic, but still. Something about "inherited memory", which stores images like it would instincts.
Anyhow, my earliest memory... I think it's when I was 2, at a party will all my cousins. It's more of a feeling, though, of being there - which I've attached to the pictures my Mom has from that day. I had a nice red-checkered dress, though. Oh, the 70s!
Mine is when I was 2-3 years old. I remember me complaining to my grandma who was sitting on a lazy chair, telling her that my other cousins locked me out of a room refusing to let me in. Not really a happy memory though. But that's the only memory I have on my grandma, as she passed away not long after that.
The next one would be when I was about 4-5 years of age. I was lying face down on the floor scribbling something at the back of a photo, and this neighbour suddenly came to my front door, with a camera on his hands, and took a shot of me. Hey, I think I still have both the photos.
Interesting topic, basically because i have asked myself the same question over the years.
I know my memories are before i was 4 because we moved to Australia from England at around 3 1/2 years old. So anything i remember of England is before that age.
A couple are....
1. Snap shots of different rooms in our house in England. I think i could draw a basic floor plan, although prob not correct.
2. Hiding under the stairs in the little closet with my mum when there was thunder and lightning.
3. Having a ride in one of those 10p machines (might have even been cheaper back then) down at the beach. I thought this was my earliest memory for a while until i saw a picture of it and it must have been just before i came to OZ, cos i looked rather old
4. We used to have beads hanging in the archway as a door between teh kitchen and living room which i can distinctly remember always playing with and getting told off for it!
5. 2 times i injured myself, 1 from falling down the stairs (i can remember being at the hospital ) which was just before my 2nd birthday and also from jumping on the bed and falling off and hitting my head on the heater and getting stitches.
They are the biggest things really, i think i have lots of other snap shots of places and the house. Although i think after years of looking at pictures, your memories start to get shapped by the pictures making you think you can remember the event. However some things you just know deep down that you were there as an innocent child absorbing all that is around you.
Nice topic lovelee
I don't know if its my earliest memory, but I stuck a pea up my nose when i was about two or three, and I can remember all the fuss, and not letting them look up my nose with the little torch thing. We had to go to casualty and get it removed.
But I wonder if sometimes we think we remember stuff but its really partly because its been recounted so many times by parents over the years, like the pea incident.
I remember standing by the front door of our house, really upset because my Ma had gone to the hospital to give birth to my wee sister. No-one has ever told me that, i just remember it and it would make me about 2 years old.
I also remember not being able to reach the top of a pool table in my uncles pub in Monaghan, even on my tiptoes. I was really annoyed because my brother could see over the top. I think i was around 2 years old then as well....this would explain why i was wearing pyjamas in a pub.
I must have been about 2 or 3.
My mother would stand me on the dinning room table and joke that she was going out and would leave me there.
I'd yell and carry on and she'd put me down on the floor, only for me to beg to be put back up on the table so the joke could start again!