Earliest Childhood Memory

[Conveyor Belt]

What's your earliest childhood memory?

For me, I remember my mother feeding my sister as an infant in a big orange armchair. My sister and I are 2 years, 3 months apart in age. So, I was 2 at the time of that memory. I also remember being in the hospital room with my mom after my neck surgery when I was 2.

I also remember the tour of my kindergarten/day care and the bullitein board reading '1981'. I was 3 then. What led to me going to day care was when I 'brought my maw-maw' the mail one day. The mailbox was really high, and it was up a 1/10 of a mile driveway. Somehow, I'd gotten out of the house, retrieved the daily mail, and brought it to her. Also, I 'ran away' at the age of 3. I remember walking through the woods and crossing barbed wire fences. Neighbors called my grandmother when they heard a dumptruck honk and looked out and I was walking beside the road. I kind of remember seeing a dumptruck, and my mind was set on the mailbox, again. I didn't 'run away', but I was gone long enough for my mom to be waiting for me when I got home. I think it was a mail retrieval gone awry.

I remember 'Michael' from school running and sliding on his knees on the linoleum in the kindergarten and getting up saying 'I'm Five', holding up 5 fingers, and I remember being a bit jealous, wishing I was 5. I was 4 then.

It's funny what we choose to remember, and what we choose to forget. I was reminded of something the other day that I still don't remember doing, but it seems plausible, and I guess I must have... I just don't remember.

[ComputerDude]

I remember watching men walking on the moon on our black and white television. But I don't know for certain which mission it was. I also remember watching Nixon speaking on television, again not too certain what year that was either.

[mac]

My earliest memory is of my paw-paw (my mom's dad) taking me to the barn to milk the cows. I'm walking beside him, and I stop and hold my arms up. He says, "I ain't gone tote ye, now!" and then he picks me up and carries me to the barn. He died just after I turned 3, so I must've been 2 then. I have lots of similar memories of him-- going to the barn, eating biscuits in the kitchen, and watching in amazement as he ate pigs' feet up like they were candy. I adored him. I wish he had lived a while longer, cause I was his girl. My other grandfather was an alcoholic jackass.

I remember milestones-- like the first day of school, tying my shoes for the first time, the first time I spelled my name, the first time I understood how to read a clock, reading my first book on my own. I can tell you where I was, who was there, and how it felt. I was so proud every time I accomplished something.

[JMC]

Sitting in high chair eating corn on the cob.

[JimmyJam]

The earliest thing I remember is being rocked on my grandmother's back porch. Camille had just passed through, and I remember rain, wind, and granny rocking me. I was about 2 when that happened. I also remember being about 3 and going to Edgewater mall to see the Christmas decorations. I ate a bunch of those chocolate "snow caps" candies, and threw up all in the parking lot and the car on the way home. Even today, the very smell of snow caps make me nauseous . :laugh:

[dollfus46]

I was four when my grandfather died and I don't remember him.

[Butterball]

I remember falling out of a swing, backwards, at our first house. Age 3.

(Hmm, maybe that's what happened to me..... knocked all the stuff outta
my noggin'.) :kekeke:

[hendrixfreak70]

My mother made me mad when I was 4 and I moved out of the house... onto the porch. I took all my toys and got a few boxes that were laying around and I smooth moved out. I took my play keys and split that scene. I guess I showed her what a 4 year old could do if he wanted to.

[EricStratton]

I remember busting my head open when I was about 3 and my old man taking me to the ER where they stitched me up....

(I busted my head chasing a girl around KinderCastle....I should have learned my lesson then, but I continued to chase women for the next 20 or so years, until I finally caught one!)

[Butterball]

I remember busting my head open when I was about 3 and my old man taking me to the ER where they stitched me up....

(I busted my head chasing a girl around KinderCastle....I should have learned my lesson then, but I continued to chase women for the next 20 or so years, until I finally caught one!)

Kinder Castle ??? Dang, dude, that's where I 'jailed' my younguns :ohnoes:

George and Angie were always calling :kekeke:

[fuzzis]

I remember being at the baby-sitter's...Martha's and insisting that I was 4 and my brother was 3. Except it was the other way around. He's a year older than I am, although that day kinda set the tone for our relationship. The family refers to him as my "little" brother...even though he's older, and he's about 10" taller than I am, 250 lbs heavier.

I also remember my grandSner sending me home to my Sner's (which just happened to be across the yard; we lived in the "little house") with a BLT in my hand, just about the time my Sner would have been making dinner. Again, probably about three.

We lived in another "little house" on Tyndall Street...in another town, owned by the other grandparents...and I remember my father working on the truck. It was jacked up and he was under the front. I also remember my Sner taking us to the park that was about two blocks away to play. That would have been before my parents divorced, which happened when I was 2.

[hendrixfreak70]

I've been meaning to ask, what is a 'Sner'?

[fuzzis]

I've been meaning to ask, what is a 'Sner'?

Mom.

[Dixie Tree Slayer]

LOL...
Me being the ultimate cat curiosity will get me killed one day for sure Hendrixfreak... I couldn't stand it after reading her refer to "Sner" for so long I sent Fuzzis a PM to find out...
She is a neat lady...
Mom... Me being the ultimate shortcutter and also lazy I could never refer to my mom as sner... 25% more typing to do so... :smt023

[fuzzis]

I was almost skunked enough last night to tell the real story behind "Sner". Good thing no one asked me. :kekeke:

[jmb]

I was almost skunked enough last night to tell the real story behind "Sner". Good thing no one asked me. :kekeke:
So there IS more to it and you've been holding out on us? :)

[Fire Extinguisher]

Earliest childhood memory?
We lived next door to the old Fire Station 2 Ardledge St and I remember they had a bird on the ceiling fan in the truckbay and it bugged me that that bird was going to get killed. Time frames are screwy so it may be the time that one of the old firmen drove up one day with a giant loggerhead turtle in his truck and they were going to eat it.... could have been the time our yard caught on fire when a ball my brother and someone were throwing hit the power line and the sparks started the grass burning and one of them came and stomped it out with his foot.

Wonder why I chose to be a fireman?

[fuzzis]

So there IS more to it and you've been holding out on us? :)

Of course there is. There are two stories. One I tell when I'm sober, and one I tell when I'm intoxicated and *very* trusting...since it's a little embarrassing. :kekeke:

[jmb]

Of course there is. There are two stories. One I tell when I'm sober, and one I tell when I'm intoxicated and *very* trusting...since it's a little embarrassing. :kekeke:
I'll have to remember that and take advantage next time. :kekeke:

[fuzzis]

I'll have to remember that and take advantage next time. :kekeke:

I'm sure you will...although I don't get too intoxicated anymore. Unless, well. Yeah. :attack:

[Dixie Tree Slayer]

I'll have to remember that and take advantage next time. :kekeke:Absolutely!!! If she gets that way JM you be sure and fill me in on the story... :smt023

[Remington]

I can remember back to when I was 4. There are other memories that are barely there and they could have been when I was younger, but can't be for sure.

[LipsofanAngel]

I don't know if it's my earliest, but it's my most vivid from my childhood...

One evening we were eating hamburgers... I can picture the way everything in the room looked. I decided to be nice and share my hamburger with our beagle. I opened the back door and called for "Bugler" to come sit by me... well, I assumed that if I offered him a bite, that he knew what that meant (and yes, I had every intention of giving him a bite, and them I would continue eating it). So I hold out my hamburger to give him his bite, and he took the whole darn thing!! I started crying then and ran back inside screaming "Bugler took my hambugler!!" I thought he was such a bad dog for taking advantage of my kindness.

[jmb]

When I was 3 1/2 and my brother was 6 1/2, , we moved from Illinois to Kentucky. We did the usual check-out-the-new-neighborhood stuff and met a brother and sister that were our ages. For some reason, the boy decided to chase my brother. I don't know if he wanted to beat him up or what, but I wasn't going to stand for anybody being mean to my big brother so I picked up a Coke bottle and hit him across the top of the head with it. He ran home with blood dripping down his face. Our mothers got acquainted real fast! lol Once we got that out of the way, we became good friends.

[rileysmom]

I remember my dad taking me to the circus when I was about three, I think. It was back when they still had the circus in Petal. I remember his buying me a little stuffed monkey that hung on the end of a stick. I had that thing until I was well into my teens!!!

[dollfus46]

I remember busting my head open when I was about 3 and my old man taking me to the ER where they stitched me up....

(I busted my head chasing a girl around KinderCastle....I should have learned my lesson then, but I continued to chase women for the next 20 or so years, until I finally caught one!)
Now that you mention that, I remember being in the hospital and I had to be under four. I also remember busting my head and busting my knee. I remember Adeline st being a dirt/gravel road when I lived on 16th Ave at Adeline. I had to be 3. Weird.

[dollfus46]

I remember busting my head open when I was about 3 and my old man taking me to the ER where they stitched me up....

(I busted my head chasing a girl around KinderCastle....I should have learned my lesson then, but I continued to chase women for the next 20 or so years, until I finally caught one!)

Well, I can see you were bullying kids way back then too.;)

[dollfus46]

Earliest childhood memory?
We lived next door to the old Fire Station 2 Ardledge St and I remember they had a bird on the ceiling fan in the truckbay and it bugged me that that bird was going to get killed. Time frames are screwy so it may be the time that one of the old firmen drove up one day with a giant loggerhead turtle in his truck and they were going to eat it.... could have been the time our yard caught on fire when a ball my brother and someone were throwing hit the power line and the sparks started the grass burning and one of them came and stomped it out with his foot.

Wonder why I chose to be a fireman?
I heard it was because you were fascinated by the movie, Backdraft.;)

[Fire Extinguisher]

I heard it was because you were fascinated by the movie, Backdraft.;)

Backdraft was an insult to firefighters in my humble old opinion.

Now Ladder 49 was a different story!

[Hermione]

I can remember a few things from age 2. My parents were moving, so my grandmother and uncle took me with them on a long trip, and I remember being car sick. I also remember visiting some relatives who had a dairy farm, and seeing the cows milked by hand, and a kitten in the barn. How disappointing to go back twelve years later and find it all converted to milking machines and tanks!
It's interesting -- I've never met anyone who remembers anything before age 2. I especially regret not remembering the time I was the Princess of the family, with my long ringlets and dimples, before a whole flock of new cousins appeared and my reign ended . . . sigh.

[mac]

I was 3 or 4 when I ran into the corner of a shelf in the grocery store and put a big gash in my head above my ear. My mother had told me to stop running, so when I hit the shelf she got her hands on me and commenced to beat the hell out of me. She stopped when I pulled my hand away from my head and blood gushed out. I had to have several stitches, and my dad told me they filled the hole with rocks. When I went to pre-school a year or so later I told everyone I had rocks in my head. (Thanks, Dad!)

Lips, your hamburger story reminds me of another one. One night my dad came home with bags full of hamburgers from McDonald's or somewhere, and that's what we ate for dinner. My sister was pecking away at her hamburger very daintily, and my dad said, "You want me to show you how to eat that?" She, being a naive 3 year old, said yes. Dad grabbed the burger and ate it in one bite. Her eyes got so big and she gasped, and my parents were laughing hysterically. Of course he had another hamburger for her, so it's not like she went hungry. Anyway now when we have dinner together if someone is picking at their food, Dad will ask if they want him to show them how to eat it. The answer is always a firm "No thanks!"

[birthdaybunnie]

I remember crawling on the floor and biting my momma's toe when she had company!!! I have no idea how old I was, but I must have been less than 2...My poor momma was a baby herself and she yelled like Satan when I bit it.

[Echo Four Bravo]

One of my most vivid memories is watching Johnny Carson every night on the Tonite Show. I'm pretty sure I was 2 or under. I'm told I was very precocious and could read and write when I was two. Every time he told a joke, I would jump up and down on the armchair I was standing in and yell "Eeeeetaaaaw!" (I don't know what the hell it means either). I also distinctly remember refusing to get undressed in front of the TV, because I was convinced Johnny could see me in my underwear.

[MamaTyson74]

I can remember playing in the creek with my mom when we lived in West Virginia. We moved there when I was almost 2 and back to Mississippi when I was 3. We moved there to be close to my real dad and I cant remember anything about him......guess thats why he isnt in my life?
Most of my childhood memories include my grandparents. They spent so much time with me. We would go fishing, to the park, zoo, etc....
Gosh I miss those days!!!

[thrillseeker]

I have several memories from around age 2 to 3. I remember picking peanuts and shucking corn at my grannys and papaws. I remember tator sack races and catching lightning bugs in glass jars. Most of my early memories come from the country at my grandparents. I do have a dream, a memory, of my dad hanging over the steering wheel. We were in a terrible accident when I was 21 months old. My dad died in that accident and from what my mom and uncle have told me over the years I was able to see my dad. My mom couldnt see him because the roof was caved in but I was in the back seat and was thrown to the floor board. Kinda weird dreaming about it. I havent had a dream in several years I guess since I was in high school.

[BayFly]

I'm thinking I was 4 years old and I was crab neting on my grandfather's old dock in Bay St. Loius and I was pulling up net and hollering for Grandpa to bring the bucket cause my net was full of crabs and I was the winner for the day. When I got the net over edge of dock to my surprise was a 2 to 3 foot alligator in net chewing on crab-bait, my Grandpa said I jumped in the air and flew away from dock. I fished for 2 day's with a ham bone tied to deep sea rod before I caught him again, Good memories from being kid with marsh mud between toes and no worries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[firefly]

I can remember sitting on the back porch of my Paw Paw & Gradma's back porch with a big washtub full of corn & throwing it to the chickens. I had to be 2 or under. My sister was a baby & she doesn't remember that. I had the best time feeding Granma's chickens! I remember Paw Paw as a stern man & you did not utter a word at the dinner table except to ask for food to be passed, & that was the adults. Children didn't utter a peep & you asked to be excused when you were finished eating everything on your plate. He died when I was 4, but I remember that man as plain as day. The very first memory that I have is standing up in my baby bed & throwing my bottle across the room. Mama would pick it up & I would throw it again like it was some kind of game. I had to be under 2 years of age.

[Tully Mars]

We moved from San Diego to Baton Rouge when I was about three months old and lived there until I was four. My earliest memories come from living in Baton Rouge with perhaps my fondest memory being of my Dad and me sitting on the living room floor on Saturday morning, eating Apple Jacks and watching Saturday morning cartoons. I miss Saturday morning cartoons...miss my Dad too. I would love nothing more than to watch a few more episodes of the Road Runner with him.

I also remember many of our neighbors from that old neighborhood. I would really love to know where some of those guys are now.