Well? I can't really. I can remember age 4, because I remember my older brother going to school in late Aug., and asking if I could go to school too. But they said no, not until next year. That's all I can remember from back then.
Can you remember anything prior to age 4?
|by Anonymous||reply 64||02/14/2015|
4 is the age of conceptualization.
|by Anonymous||reply 1||11/01/2013|
My family moved across the country when I was four but I still have vivid memories of life "at the old house."
|by Anonymous||reply 2||11/01/2013|
Yes, I remember being told to look at the camera. After they took one photo, they're taking another one. So I turned towards the camera and smiled. My brother said look he knows already. I got embarrassed and turned away. They coaxed me that it's okay. I saw the photo years later, omits be less than 1 year old since it doesn't look like I could walk yet.
|by Anonymous||reply 3||11/01/2013|
Just the molestation.
|by Anonymous||reply 4||11/01/2013|
Tons. I remember being at the beach before my second birthday and my second birthday party vividly. I can recall entire conversations that happened before I was 4.
I can't remember what I did last weekend though.
|by Anonymous||reply 5||11/01/2013|
I can remember my parents coming home from the hospital with my new born baby brother when I was three. I remember my grandmother sitting on the window ledge washing the outside of the windows on the same day.
|by Anonymous||reply 6||11/01/2013|
Yes. I remember tons of stuff. Even thought I was only six months old at the time, I remember my first Christmas because my parents took video of it. I would watch the video a few times every year and remember events of that day that were not on the tape.
|by Anonymous||reply 7||11/01/2013|
Random bits and pieces; Mickey Mouse sunglasses, eating in a restaurant with a strong syrup/pancake smell, being in a hotel room. We did take a trip to Florida when I was about 2 and a half. I believe these are real memories and not imagined ones based on pictures or what my parents told me about the trip.
|by Anonymous||reply 8||11/01/2013|
Age 1 1/2 is the earliest.
And a whole list of things happened at age 2.
I can draw the floor plan of our old house, that I haven't been in since age 4.
|by Anonymous||reply 9||11/01/2013|
I have active memory from about age 2 or so. earliest memories are non-verbal and sensory based.... the smell and taste of foods i was being introduced to.... the emotional sensation of being cradled in the arms of people I loved.
|by Anonymous||reply 10||11/01/2013|
I remember my first word: COCK
|by Anonymous||reply 11||11/01/2013|
Mainly just sounds and smells.
|by Anonymous||reply 12||11/01/2013|
A few fuzzy memories from 2, early 3. After that, lots of memories.
|by Anonymous||reply 13||11/01/2013|
I remember the house we lived in when I was 3.
I remember my favorite tv program was Bozo The Clown.
I also watched Romper Room and my grandmother bought me all the Romper Room crap they sold at Woolworth's. Romper Stompers, punching balloon, a model of Doo-Bee.
|by Anonymous||reply 15||11/01/2013|
Yes. Age 4 was kindergarten I was not going to school.
Bronx, NY, 5th floor apartment. I put together the fact that if the garbage men and their truck woke me up out of my sleep, cartoons would be on the TV.
You see, the garbage men only came on Saturday's, hence I put it together.
|by Anonymous||reply 16||11/01/2013|
My parents realized I could read when I was 3 y.o. one day while we were grocery shopping. I pointed at a box of Frosted Flakes and screamed, "They're great." Then I pointed out "Tide" and "Comet."
I remember that day. I also had my tonsils out when I was 3, and I remember that it was on a Thursday.
I'm convinced I remember the day my parents brought my brother home from the hospital. I remember my mother was wearing a lavender dress with white polka dots, and she said that yes, that was the dress she was wearing. But I would only have been just under two years, so I'm not really sure about that one.
|by Anonymous||reply 17||11/01/2013|
I remember saluting my Dad's casket.
|by Anonymous||reply 18||11/01/2013|
Yes, I remember when Elvis died...I was 3. I remember living in our first house at age 2/3 - my mother telling me not to eat the berries off a bush in a backyard, playing with my babysitter's daughter and a few other things like that.
|by Anonymous||reply 19||11/01/2013|
JFK Jr actually had no memory of his father.
|by Anonymous||reply 20||11/01/2013|
I remember the party we had for my fourth birthday.
I remember several experiences with my grandmother who died when I was 3 1/2.
I remember getting sick in the car on the way to the National Zoo in DC. I was wearing my cowboy outfit and threw up in the hat. I assume this was the last time I wore that outfit. This was when I was an only child (my mother was pregnant with my sister, who is 2 1/2 years younger).
|by Anonymous||reply 21||11/01/2013|
yes I remember masturbating in my crib to ejaculation mind you.
|by Anonymous||reply 22||11/01/2013|
I remember three things:
Playing in a kiddie pool in our backyard and hearing a Reba McEntire song on the radio and thinking that I liked it.
My grandpa bringing me a bottle of tennis balls.
The memory of a dream I had about a gigantic, living room-sized electric blue piano that had stairs and multiple "levels" of keys.
Each of these memories only lasts a second or less.
|by Anonymous||reply 23||11/01/2013|
I remember my first mitosis.
|by Anonymous||reply 24||11/01/2013|
My Grandmother died when I was about 2 and a half, but I vividly remember being in the back room of her house and she was in a very high bed with bars on the side. I mentioned it to my mother and she said that it was a hospital bed because she had gone home for her final days dying from lung cancer, and on that day I wanted her to pick me up but she couldn't and I was crying and it was all very emotional. I don't remember all that, just Grandma Thames being in a very high bed, which was me looking at it from the perspective of a two-year-old.
My Grandfather moved out of their house about 6 months later, and I mentioned remembering going to their house for some sort of going-away party. Turns out it was a yard sale I was remembering. But even though they sold the house when I was less than 3 years old I remember the floor plan perfectly.
Memories are weird.
|by Anonymous||reply 25||11/01/2013|
First certain memory is falling asleep in my mother's arms in a rocker in the late afternoon. It was warm outside so it was close to either my first or second birthday. It's more of a snippet of a memory but it was very clear and I had the sense of being an actual person.
Second certain memory was learning to read and being confused by consonant digraphs.
Third certain memory was my third birthday, when I face planted into my birthday cake in the parking lot after my mother picked it up. It was fixable.
The same month, I remember standing out in the yard looking at the fence my dad was building and thinking that it was 1972. It was very clear that I was a separate person. None of these were things I could have been told about and then "remembered" later, so I know they were real memories.
My dad remembers events even further back in age than that, and my grandmother said she did too.
|by Anonymous||reply 26||11/01/2013|
Yeah, I'm bumping this. I've been trying to think of what my earliest memory is.
I remember my first day of kindergarten and being scared shitless, but I must have been 5. I do have a few memories that would have been from when I was 4. I remember playing in the living room while my mother was watching a soap opera where this women jumped out of a moving car and died. I asked my mother why someone would do that. Based on a Google search, this would have been 1972, when Elly Jo from "The Edge of Night" jumped out of a car. I also remember playing outside in the summer with my sisters and our neighbors, then coming in to watch The Partridge Family. It was cancelled in March '73, so that must have been '72 also. And I remember my mother liking the show "Bridget Loves Bernie" which only aired for one season in '72.
But I'm not sure if I have memories from age 3. Nothing specific jumps to mind.
|by Anonymous||reply 27||02/12/2015|
I probabaly recall back around two-and-a-half to three. Usually getting punished for something, and at four I had a grand big birthday party.
|by Anonymous||reply 28||02/12/2015|
My mother passed away from cancer a couple of months before I turned 4. I remember her being in the hospital, and then later at the funeral home. I actually have a lot of memories from that period before I turned 4, including a trip she took me on before she was hospitalized.
|by Anonymous||reply 29||02/12/2015|
I can remember being in my crib, holding onto the bars while my mother danced to, 'Love me, do', by the Beatles in a half-slip and bra. The room was yellow. I also remember the smell of the elderly neighbor's cigar wafting through the window, and liking it.
I also remember my mother telling us to lay on the floor away from the windows as, 'they were throwing firebombs' - race riots in 60s Coatesville, PA. Have never been able to find anything online about it, though a childhood friend remembers sawhorses in the middle of the main street and our house being, 'ground zero'.
|by Anonymous||reply 30||02/12/2015|
I can go back to at least three, maybe two.
Funny because I noticed my niece had an insanely good memory at that age; Early memories that she recalled for months to years afterwards she suddenly completely forgot around tweenhood. After that, she couldn't remember six months previous much less her toddler years, but she remembered then, so the memories did exist as long-term memories at some point.
|by Anonymous||reply 31||02/12/2015|
I remember being able to tell anyone what day of the week they were born on, just by their telling me the month, day and year they were born. I was never wrong. I must have been about 3 or 4 years old. At some point before kindergarten, I lost the ability to do so.
I remember our family cat who ran away when I was about three years old. I remember my dog biting my ear around the same age. He was a beautiful shepherd/doberman mix and I woke him up when he was sleeping.
|by Anonymous||reply 32||02/12/2015|
I was molested.
|by Anonymous||reply 33||02/12/2015|
Photos act as memory solidifiers and reinforcers. I was transfixed by our photo albums at a young age and remembering how I felt when the photo was taken as I flipped through them and/or making the memory when the photo was taken back when that was at it a 24/7 thing. There's a pic of most of my vivid memories.
|by Anonymous||reply 34||02/12/2015|
Like it was yesterday!
|by Anonymous||reply 35||02/12/2015|
I still vividly remember a trip to a large, newly constructed hydro-electric dam and to Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey circus under the Big Top (tent) before age 4. At the age of 4 I remember the live B&W broadcasts of Mary Martin in Peter Pan. I was an entranced Broadway Baby even then.
|by Anonymous||reply 36||02/12/2015|
I remember being in my walker. It had a yellow duck head on the front brace. I remember being in our two baby stroller. My brother is 11 months younger than me. I would have been 2. We moved to a new house when I was 3.
|by Anonymous||reply 37||02/12/2015|
I remember Sambo's and Shakey's, LOL.
|by Anonymous||reply 38||02/12/2015|
my father died when I was 5, I've never written down all my memories -- I'd hate to give it a finite amount.
But I have many memories that have to go to before the age of 4.
I used to go into my parents' bedroom and get in between them at night when they were watching TV on the big black and white set.
My mother would go downstairs to get a snack. The idea of a peanut butter sandwich (no jelly) and a glass of milk is still very comforting to me.
I remember the next morning waking up in my own bed.
I'm sure my father was the one who carried me back into bed after I feel asleep.
|by Anonymous||reply 39||02/12/2015|
Ah, r39, dead to the world, limp arms and legs in your jammies. I miss having a little one.
|by Anonymous||reply 40||02/12/2015|
R39, the jammies had the built in slippers, something I grew to hate and then, later, miss.
|by Anonymous||reply 41||02/12/2015|
I remember my birth. I had to give my mother stitches to save her life.
|by Anonymous||reply 42||02/12/2015|
No5t reelly/ Have no recolexion. Kant do it. What/
|by Anonymous||reply 43||02/12/2015|
I've always said footie-jammies would be a awesome business model for grown-ups.
There's a picture of me in my footies, hanging off my top bunk that I cherish, so cute. My kiddo has a similar pic, no bunk.
I do love kids but frankly, glad I don't have any at home, too much, been there.
Where are my grandbrats?
|by Anonymous||reply 44||02/12/2015|
Yes I remember stuff like it was yesterday
|by Anonymous||reply 45||02/12/2015|
Yes, I remember locking myself in my grandmother's bathroom when the doctor came make a house call (yes, I'm old) because I knew he'd give me a shot. I was 2
I also remember a time when I was 3 and I was running in the house and hit my eye in the corner of this big desk my father had and how he held me in his lap and comforted me.
I remember at 2 having the measles and my grandmother putting me in her and my grandfather's big bed and closing all the blinds on the window because somehow light was bad when you had measles or so people thought in those days.
I remember being in that bed with measles and my father bringing me a stuffed monkey that I still have tucked a way to this day.
Also from around 2 to 3 year old I remember my grandfather taking me to the bathroom in the middle of the night and just holding me over the toilet to pee. I guess he was too tired to stand their holding my little dick trying to teach me to do it the right way.
|by Anonymous||reply 46||02/12/2015|
Getting married at a Vegas drive through chapel. Then getting divorced the next day between milk and cookies and recess.
|by Anonymous||reply 47||02/12/2015|
Many boys cannot remember age 6. Girls remember age 2.
|by Anonymous||reply 48||02/12/2015|
I remember a new car, a Buick Electra. I remeber learning to read with an old elementary school reader from the 50s.
|by Anonymous||reply 49||02/12/2015|
I remember a bird getting in our house and my mom trying to catch it with a fishing net, I was maybe two.
|by Anonymous||reply 50||02/12/2015|
I do have memories of when I was 3. My memories are a family vacation to Disney and also my aunt had twins that same year and I remember going to the hospital with my mom to see them.
|by Anonymous||reply 51||02/12/2015|
Yes, i remeber thinking i cannot pllant my feet on my cheeks anymore.
|by Anonymous||reply 52||02/12/2015|
I remember having my diaper changed and how the different care givers acted. And since I was famously fast in being trained and de-diapered, I must have been quite young for all THAT. I'm not a Freudian or a fetishist, but my mother, grandmothers, aunts and dad each had a different style, and the whole experience was so repetitive and intimate, and the cozy, warm and powdered feeling, and being picked up and cuddled afterwards left its memories.
I don't remember the bottle much, though. And I wasn't breast-fed - I was a twin, and I recall when my sister was in the space with me and when she wasn't.
And I remember a particular place and old woman, and I was about 2 1/2 then, because the visit was a big deal. (She was a distant country relation and quite elderly.)
|by Anonymous||reply 53||02/12/2015|
I do. It was my second year at nursery school so I misbehaved because I was bored. I also remember the old house (we moved that year). And I remember mother tucking me in, my poodle nightlight, and being scared of the maid and the vacuum cleaner.
|by Anonymous||reply 54||02/14/2015|
I also have a number of memories of events, things around the neighborhood, how much I hated being picked up, that kind of thing.
|by Anonymous||reply 55||02/14/2015|
Yep. As a boy I was clumsy and extremely accident prone, but I grew out it went starting school. I didnt play outside with other children until right before kindergarten. I remember my mom lifting me outside and letting my bare feet touch the grass for the first time at 3, that is probably my first memory, of how grass felt on my feet. All the other memories are of pain! I still have scars from back then.
|by Anonymous||reply 56||02/14/2015|
I can't, no, but my brother claims to remember from 2-1/2, and I have a female friend; fairly ditsy but she claims to remember being 1-1/2, 2, and feeling anxious and crying in her crib. (1-1/2??!!)
|by Anonymous||reply 57||02/14/2015|
I got a puppy for my fourth birthday. It was bought near our vacation home, which my dad built himself. I remember him building it, remember bringing him coffee cans of nails he asked for, and I remember my mom and I going to town to get him and the other workers hamburgers for lunch. I remember picking the puppy from the litter. I didn't get the puppy until the house was completed, so I'm guessing I remember age 3 - 3 1/2.
|by Anonymous||reply 58||02/14/2015|
I remember seeing a collection of glass baby bottles for my twin and I, drying next to the sink. How old must that have been? Less than 18 months? Perhaps less than 12 months?
On the other hand, I recollect a few things from 1st grade, and nothing at all from 2d and 3d grade.
|by Anonymous||reply 59||02/14/2015|
Are you trying to bank on a Sandusky esque lawsuit op?
|by Anonymous||reply 60||02/14/2015|
I remember being examined by the pediatrician when I was months old. I remember the kitchen in the home we lived in when I was two or three. It had a blue kitchen and a hand crank can opener bolted to the wall. I confirmed with my mom that I remembered the kitchen accurately and she's the one that told me we'd moved out of that house when I was around four so I know the memory was from before then.
|by Anonymous||reply 61||02/14/2015|
I can remember as far back as 2 years old. Certain things like going for a walk near where I lived, certain animals, snowfall, eating breakfast in the kitchen of my parents' house.
|by Anonymous||reply 62||02/14/2015|
I probably was about three. I had awakened and was standing in my crib (yes I was still sleeping in one). On the other side of the room my brother, who was about 14 months younger, sat in his crib.
I was crying to my mother. I wanted to get out. My mother entered the room and I saw in her hand a baby bottle filled with apple juice. She walked straight to my brother holding out the much desired juice. I remember the color with the sun shining through the bottle. I was furious. I wanted that!
Well, you can see the fodder here for the therapist's sessions that began in my twenties.
|by Anonymous||reply 63||02/14/2015|