What is the oldest memory you have? . . .How far back can you remember?

Looking through the spindles of my crib…39 years ago.

I being sexually abused by a babysitter from 2-4

I remember crying as a baby because I didn't like this guy who had a moustache. I thought that the moustache made him look scary. He was my godfather.

My earliest memory was just a couple of glimpses and one scene when my dad brought a new TV home. I was between two and three

I don’t know how old I was but I was in diapers in a crib.

Funny thing is I had full adult cognizance no differently than I do now at 48.

I remember distinctly the feeling of dread that I was in another human body at the beginning of another life.

But my life has been wonderful. Can’t wait for the next one.

when glp wasn't trumptard suckasses

53 years as go out of 59

Straight out of "A Dog's Porpoise", except I don't think he ever expressed dread when he woke up with new, strange littermates. He just thought "maybe Ethan will be part of this life. I hope so."

I had a cast on my leg when i was 18 months & i remember that.

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First clear memories... 3... I clearly remember my mom & dad breaking up, fighting over who was taking me, cops showing up... My mom in a golden-brown Oldsmobile cutlass with white vinyl top, dad in yellow Ford f-150 he called "Fred".

I was horribly disfigured around 1.5 yrs by a pan of hot bacon grease. I remember a maroon ambulance with a white stripe and flashing school bus type lights, being pulled from a bathtub of cold water and having strips of a red and white sweater pulled from my skin by a large man in light blue while I was on the driveway on a stretcher. We ran into this man years later at the mall and I recognized him (he was an RN/EMT) my mom knew who he was he asked about and wanted to see my burns. I've never spoken to my parents or family about this.

My grandmother standing in the kitchen door with the sunlight behind her. She had a loaf of bread in her hand in a brown cellophane wrapper with colored dots on the label. She was taking care of me while my mom was having my sister, so I was not quite three years old.

Seeing a salesman in a tweed elbow patched jacket walking up to our door while I was on the floor in front of the TV while Apollo 16 was parachuting into the ocean.

It was during 1971 and I was born in 1970.

In the womb. Mom was driving, smoking, anxiety about finances.

Days old...

Freedomland theme park in New York 1962. I was 2 years old...

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I remember going on a Mississippi stern wheeler and seeing an attraction where Firefighters were putting out a fire in a multi-story building and using the hook-n-ladder to save someone from an upstairs window...

My next big memory was the 1964 New York World's Fair. I was 4 years old. I remember the big World Globe and some of the futuristic attractions...

My first memory is from when I was a couple of months or less old. It involves my grandmother and i was able to confirm it as she still remembers that moment.It is very very vivid in my mind too , even now after 45 years. I remember a lot from that young age, up to 8-10 years old. Very strange, because I can hardly remember anything after that.I mean I have the general memories, but i cannot play them in my mind like I do with the early memories..

Last Edited by Eliana on 01/27/2023 11:59 PM

I'm sorry to hear that. I can sympathize with you having had my fair share back then as well...lol

Unfortunately, I think now this conversation has brought forth more memories ...

I remember my mom screaming and my dad basically just standing there yelling at her that I would be okay. I remember 2 other female nurses assisting the large man and both of them crying... One was clutching a state police officer and the large man over me yelling at them to keep it together and the nurses pulling some kind of lathe strips of what looked like vinyl glove material off plastic strips and sticking them on me and being stick with needles (I assume Novocaine) all over me and the one nurse holding my legs and the man screaming to hold me still and she was having a very hard time keeping her composure.

3years old...

I was riding my big wheel/tricycle around the backyard and my mom came out to tell me I was going to go to school in a few months and her try to explain what that was exactly.

I was totally devastated.

All I wanted to do was keep riding around my big wheel.

I pretty much hated school from the onset because it took me away from what I wanted to do.

Having Roy Rogers and Dale Evans cone to our school 3rd grade class. Trigger had already been stuffed, but he was there! This was about 1962-63.

Shoutout to the guy who ran away from home when he was 2. I did the same thing when I was 2. The cops came to our door asking if we had all our kids and my mom said we were all upstairs sleeping. Then the cop popped me through the door. I don’t remember any of that though and I had great parents by the way. That was 1964 in Herikimer New York. My oldest memories are from when I was 2. I was in my playpen outside in the yard and our dog was staring at me. I would move to the opposite side and the dog would follow me to each side I went to. My parents ended up getting rid of this dog for nipping at me. I also remember being in a planetarium at the 1964 Worlds fair in New York. I have some vivid memories from 3 and 4 years old.

The oldest memory I have is existing before earth in a place with no light, speaking to creator.

I had lived before.

Creator did not speak back.
Creator allowed me my wishes.

I remember being in my crib before I could walk but I could stand up if I held onto the rail. I wanted so badly to see a picture on the wall better so I levitated until I was right in front of it because I didn’t yet know you can’t do that.

I was disappointed because the picture was stupid and ugly.

Black space before earth.
Benevolent being awakened me.

I'm a wooden spoon survivor as well.

Mine was an old wooden cutting board with a handle that had holes drilled into it...lol

I believe we all may have been awoken by the creator.
I asked for two things and he granted them.
I feel as if those who asked for more may have not been able to receive such a gift of remembrance.

May not have been