What's Your Very First Memory??...

What's the earliest memory you can recall having in your life??...


Mine would be standing at the screen door on the porch of my childhood home, crying like crazy because my mom was going out with her sisters...I must have been no older than two or three, tops. And whoever was babysitting me kept trying to calm me down, and all I would do is cry harder as my mom kept waving to me as she was getting into the car parked on the street...




What's the first memory from your life that you can recall??


Finess Edit: What's the very first song you remember really, REALLY liking??...

For me, it was--*ahem*--"Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter", by Herman's Hermits.


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Ha! Actually, I honestly don't know....I'm trying to think....I'm not very smart so I don't remember much before age 8....

Standing in the front yard and watching dad in the garden. I must have been around 2 because I can remember I was standing next to the post box and looking way up at it and.....I was wearing a nappie.

I have vegemite and you don't!

ACTUALLY...believe it or not...I have ONE hazy memory from when I was about 8 or 9 months old...I was having my diaper changed and my parent's landlord walked in the room and made a mean face at me.

I know you're not supposed to remember anything from such an early age...but for some reason that image has been with me all my life.

I also remember bits and pieces of when my brother was born (I was 3 at the time).

bunch of things... can't tell you which of these were first but guessing they are all from after i turned three but before we moved to the other house when i was 3 1/2...

watching my sisters play house in the attic
letting myself out of the crib after i woke up from my nap
digging through the big box of comics out in the veranda
eating watermelon on the front step and trying to spit the seeds out like my big sisters
walking my doll carriage down the road to the highway ( "don't go near the highway!!" )

being pissed that my own sister didn't choose me to be her flowergirl for her wedding

be a blood donor... the most wonderful gift


I was hoping to dress something like Prince. toned down a bit like Prince if he was just going to the zoo or the supermarket... casual Prince!

althom said:

Standing in the front yard and watching dad in the garden. I must have been around 2 because I can remember I was standing next to the post box and looking way up at it and.....I was wearing a nappie.

Don't remember what age it was. probably 4-5 since my parents were still together.
We were on vacation in Sinai, and we got into a terrible sand storm that me and my brother wore our diving masks on to avoid sand getting in our eyes.

I remember living in a old cold house, and my parents bringing my yellow teapot downstairs and letting me play by the electric fire cause we didn't have any other heating in that house

i also remember when our house got burgled when i was about 3 or 4 around the same time, the toilet was outside and i remember being too scared to go to the toilet and a nice police woman took me out and waited for me cause my mom and dad were busy filing the report....

these are both from about the same time in my childhood.

Seeing my brother for the first time. I was 3 years old. It was a rainy day in early December, and I was sitting in my godfather's car outside the hospital. I see my folks coming out, and mom's carrying something wrapped in a yellow blanket. When she got in, she showed me my new baby brother.

I was in my pram....I was only a baby...I hadn't got the power of speach yet...

(some say I still don't)

...My mother had left me outside the local "coal" offices while she paid the bill...and she told me to be quiet...using my Sunday name

...I remember a bright blue sky....with a few puffy white clouds framing it ...as well as the roof of a house...

I could take you back to the very spot and show youthe same view...

...Then 2 women came by and wrecked it..

They leand over each side of the pram...and said stuff like "aren't you a nice one"..."what's your name"...and where's your mummy"...

...I thought..."I don't want you here...I want my Mummy"....and proceded to scream the entire place down...

...I don't think I was 6 months old at the time ...judging from the seasonal weather...

...But I already understood most that was being said...I knew what I wanted and I knew aspects of the world around me...

...Never underestimate a babies knowledge and understanding...

I have a firm grip on reality...Maybe just not this reality

uPtoWnNY said:

Irish Diplomacy: The art of telling someone to go to hell, and having them look forward to the trip.

My give a damn is busted.

psychodelicide said:

That must have been a very exciting moment for you.

Still thinking, trying to remember my earliest memory. The mind goes after you turn 40, ya know.

uPtoWnNY said:

psychodelicide said:

That must have been a very exciting moment for you.

Still thinking, trying to remember my earliest memory. The mind goes after you turn 40, ya know.

Even more exciting was seeing my oldest nephew for the first time, ten years ago. He was the spitting image of his daddy. You put their baby pictures side by side, and it's scary.

Irish Diplomacy: The art of telling someone to go to hell, and having them look forward to the trip.

My give a damn is busted.

I remember swimming. yes. swimming with millions of more who looked exactly like me, until we reached this guhe thing which looks like a giant ball, and we all started digging and digging. I think it was a race or something, I'm not certain of this.
I was digging so fast I didn't look around me, but eventually I reached the center, and only then I could see that I was the only one who got there.

Heavenly said:

I remember swimming. yes. swimming with millions of more who looked exactly like me, until we reached this guhe thing which looks like a giant ball, and we all started digging and digging. I think it was a race or something, I'm not certain of this.
I was digging so fast I didn't look around me, but eventually I reached the center, and only then I could see that I was the only one who got there.

I can remember little things about pre-school

ReturnOfDOOK said:

althom said:

Standing in the front yard and watching dad in the garden. I must have been around 2 because I can remember I was standing next to the post box and looking way up at it and.....I was wearing a nappie.

What's a nappie?

Edmonton, AB - - If you're happy and you know it your hands, if you're happy and you know it do a

wow very 1st memory...sitting on a jukebox in the coffee shop my folx owned and listening to "Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba. very 1st song that taught me Music... but Crystal Blue persuasion taught me Groove
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TheRealFiness said:

wow very 1st memory...sitting on a jukebox in the coffee shop my folx owned and listening to "Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba. very 1st song that taught me Music... but Crystal Blue persuasion taught me Groove

Byron said:

TheRealFiness said:

wow very 1st memory...sitting on a jukebox in the coffee shop my folx owned and listening to "Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba. very 1st song that taught me Music... but Crystal Blue persuasion taught me Groove

Crystal Blue Persuasion!!

Byron said:

TheRealFiness said:

wow very 1st memory...sitting on a jukebox in the coffee shop my folx owned and listening to "Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba. very 1st song that taught me Music... but Crystal Blue persuasion taught me Groove

Crystal Blue Persuasion!!

Irish Diplomacy: The art of telling someone to go to hell, and having them look forward to the trip.

My give a damn is busted.

TheRealFiness said:

Byron said:

Crystal Blue Persuasion!!

yeah those 2 songs mean the universe to me.

can't remember

Byron said:

TheRealFiness said:

yeah those 2 songs mean the universe to me.

The very first song I ever fell in love with was "Mrs. Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter" by Herman's Hermits or something like that...

God, I used to love that song...lol

Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter
Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare
But it's sad, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine

She wants to return those things I bought her
Tell her she can keep them just the same
Things have changed, she doesn't love me now
She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine

Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud

If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine

Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so proud

If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you)
Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine)
Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine

Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter
Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter
Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter


Come to think of it...I've always seemed to prefer love songs that were melancholy and sad moreso than uplifting...I wonder if that's why I picked up on this one when I was so young??

Irish Diplomacy: The art of telling someone to go to hell, and having them look forward to the trip.

My give a damn is busted.

I remember liking 'Vienna' by Ultravox and 'If I Had Words" (don't know who sings that , it's a duet)

i remember ...

i was 2

standing on my grandmothers cement side door steps in Long Beach Ca.

and accidently steping slightly sidways off and falling into her cactus garden

then my mom swooping me up ...being stood on the kitchen table for what seemed hours having 100rds of the tiny spines pulled out by tweezers

and the days after...the pricking feeling of the ones unseen and not removed poking me when i would try to play

i have several of 'em, all from when i was about 4 or 5 years old:

-- attemptin to escape from my day care center during nap time

-- being deathly afraid of one of my mom's wigs (i call it "the tina turner wig" cuz it looked very similar to how tina's hair was in the mid-'80s)

-- burnin the fuck outta my lower lip on my mom's popcorn popper; she had one of those old ones with the metal bottoms...i'd always stand by it and watch the popcorn poppin but one day i got too close and it burnt my lip. hurt like hell...

-- my 5th birthday party; it was a strawberry shortcake-themed party and i wore my blue knight rider t-shirt that day. my two nieces were the only 'guests' that came over to my house for it, tho'.

-- my mom playin sade's promise album all the time (i loved the hell outta "the sweetest taboo")

-- my mom had bought me this red dress with a matching hat, and one day she dressed me up in it and took a picture of me. i have no idea where the picture's gone to now, but i remember i was pissed when she took it. i hated dresses and being dressed up (still do to this day)

-- do any of ya'll remember "duso the dolphin"? anyway, in kindergarten sometimes my teacher would read duso the dolphin stories to the class and there was this dolphin puppet that accompanied it. sometimes the teacher would let one of us kids either use or be in front of the class by the puppet...i remember being pissed off and throwing a tantrum cuz the teacher wouldn't let me have the puppet.



heeeeey edit, come on out...
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screaming at my dad to put a cartoon back on when he had changed channel to watch snooker.

World War I.

"Think inside out."

Cloudbuster said: