gandalftw Posted March 14, 2015 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Mine is when i was 4 years old and living in a cabin in Illinois.I was chasing ducks and fell cutting my hand on a piece of glass.My Mother had me sit on the front porch to bandage my hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gandalftw Posted March 19, 2015 Author Share Posted March 19, 2015 Very odd is memory,i mean, chasing ducks is not exactly some huge event,however i remember it like it was yesterday.Perhaps it was the first injury i experienced?Don't know but i find it fascinating.I can replay memories in first person if i close my eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZeroKing Posted March 19, 2015 Share Posted March 19, 2015 I was 4 years old, and my mum came home from an IEEE conference...... all to find that I broke her favourite china and my dad get his arse handed to him for letting me get close to it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gandalftw Posted March 19, 2015 Author Share Posted March 19, 2015 I was 4 years old, and my mum came home from an IEEE conference...... all to find that I broke her favourite china and my dad get his arse handed to him for letting me get close to it.Poor Dad that's funny.Ah,another 4 yo first memory,cool.In my first memory i knew i was four because i remember my fifth birthday which took place in Memphis Tennessee. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Vyper Posted March 30, 2015 Share Posted March 30, 2015 My earliest memory is of my father giving me a bath in the sink, which would place my age at around 18 months. I remember watching a bubble float up from the bottle of baby soap and laughing when it popped. My father then spent the next minute or so trying to make it happen again. The memory is crystal clear, too. Another crystal clear memory from that time is my father teaching me the words "drink" and "thirsty". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spyro1201 Posted March 30, 2015 Share Posted March 30, 2015 I was 3-4 years old. I had just woken up and went to the living room to see my mom and dad. They seem em come in, i walk to them, i trip and I start crying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KazuchiX Posted April 1, 2015 Share Posted April 1, 2015 (edited) Not sure how old I was.But I was probably 3/4.I was stuffing toys inside the toilet, and kept flushing it. Whichi ultimately led to me flooding my mothers apartment.It's a infamous tale in my family. Cause apparently I was home alone, and my Mom wasn't there, and she ended up on the news cause the water got so bad it leaked to apartments under us.And with us being Black, it looked even worse, lol"African American woman leaves child home alone and nearly floods apartment complex" I can see it now. Edited April 1, 2015 by KazuchiX Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joe2006 Posted April 24, 2015 Share Posted April 24, 2015 My first memory was when I was nine months old. I was walking near my house and a jet flew near our house. The noise was so loud it scared both me and the cat i was with. I ran until I found my mom. Then we looked for the cat until we found her in a large flower pot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dottyy Posted July 10, 2015 Share Posted July 10, 2015 (edited) My earliest memory is when i was 2 years old and crawling to the kitchen where my mom was cooking our dinner. I don't know exactly what she did but i remember seing a huge 50 centimeter fireball raising up from the frying pan and my mom in a panicked frenzy rushing to the sink and dousing it in water. I remember me sitting on the floor giggling while my mother gave me a stare of death :D Edited July 10, 2015 by Dottyy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MotoSxorpio Posted July 10, 2015 Share Posted July 10, 2015 Christmas 1973, I just turned 3 a month prior. That Christmas started a tradition of "the big present" for everyone was attached to a hunt. It would start with some huge package stuffed with packing dunnage, taped in the package on a side wall would be a card in an envelope. The card would have the first stage in a journey to find your real present. Mom made dad go through 7 different stages of hunt to find his present, which was a motorcycle a neighbor had kept in their shed. So dad had to go four trailers down to get his present. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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