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

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22 months. Major Earthquake. Family had Just moved into a new house playing in a completely empty room and floor turned into waves.

I was 27 months old. It was Christmastime and we were going somewhere. I was standing on the bed and my dad was helping me put on my red leotards. He had a hold of the waistband and was shaking me into them and I was laughing. Before we left I was watching some show that had dancing Santas.

Interesting.

The only thing I can remember before I was born was really wanting to find out where the beautiful music was coming from. Once I was old enough to crawl around I memorized the album cover of my favorite record among the ones my mother played so I would know it when I could play it myself. I still have that record I loved so much 68 years later.

How did that make you feel?

Standing up in my playpen. I’m
In a dark paneled room. A piano is being played. The song is, “Tammy’s
in Love.” My mother is playing the song. Someone gives me a glass baby bottle with cold chocolate milk inside. (Baby bottles were glass then) I don’t recall the chronology of the memory. If my mother gave me the bottle and then sat down at the piano to play or if someone else had given it to me. I don’t know how old I was..I’m guessing around 2? It was a feeling of all was right with my world. To this day, when I drink cold chocolate milk, it takes me back to that nostalgic memory:) I even remember how the bottle felt in my hands. Cold with raised measurements on it.
My now grown daughter remembers the day I brought her home from the hospital. She has described her car seat, what she was wearing, her cradle, including the feel of all three mentioned. As in textures. I was shocked when she told me this. She also has a photographic memory. She never forgets anything and excelled all through school. She also often dream about things and then they happen. Exactly as she dreamed them. Right down to the most minute details.

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It's amazing how music can work that way. It seems to transcend everything.

i remember getting pfizer covid-19 vaccinated.

best day of my life!

saved me from the deadly covid-19 pandemic

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yes that is the word i use: TRAUMATIC...being born is so traumatic i dont understand why more people dont remember.
i do and of the time i spent in the womb.

being born BURNS it hurts bad.
really bad.
i hated it and hope i never have to do that again.

They call him Mister Sarcasm.

my mother sang a lot...i liked hearing that.
i also could barely hear other voices but mostly just hers.

i could see faint red or pink sometimes, instead of blackness.
eventually my back hurt because i could no longer move around.
there was NO WAY to get comfortable, no room.
it is slick as can be inside there, so i would move my hands around feeling the walls around me.
one day i found a place that was not smooth at all...it was DIFFERENT.
i knew somehow it was my way OUT.i finally understood this was how i would get out.
the pain increased each day until i though i would die in there.

there was one post talking about why babies cry?

i remember why i did..
i was FURIOUS and ENRAGED that i was stuck in a USELESS BODY with all of my readiness to do what it was i needed to do.

it was all about feeling BETRAYED somehow because i would have to wait a very long time to be what i was there for and instead of doing something PRODUCTIVE i would have to learn how to use this body.
i was so angry and had just gone through all of that PAIN only to find out i had been betrayed.

by who idk

Most of my early years are blank due to childhood parental abuse. One thing I've always remembered however, is being sat in a parked car. The car was parked in a driveway and this happened many times. I would have about five years old.

Before moving away from that area, I passed by that house daily and always felt somehow connected, but scarily so. I never knew why.

Fast forward sixty five years or so. I frequently found out - this week in fact - that my pop was having an affair with the (married) woman in that house and that I have a half brother from that liaison.

Neither of my parents ever mentioned anything about this and it's only with talking to an older relative (in her 90s) that it's come to light.

There is virtually no information available about my brother, name, place or date of birth, where he lives, even if he's alive at all. All I have is the mother's first name and it's proving virtually impossible to make any progress on locating him.

"And once a day, this tubular battering ram would bounce my little room around for 20 minutes. And there would be these screamed appeals to a diety. And then the battering ram would stop. And then more smoking. " :)

Bumpity boo

Interesting, because my earliest memories seem to be from about 4 years old. I also have memories of getting hit in the head. Little boy I was playing with wanted his play gun back and I wouldn't give it to him. He grabbed a hammer (a real hammer) and came after me. I ran as fast as I could home and got to the door and turned the handle and it was locked, rang the doorbell and that's the last memory I had until I was at the hospital getting a shot and my head stitched up. The other time was around the same time period and I fell off my tricylce while standing on it's seat peering into my dads car. Hit my head on cement and blacked out. Woke up briefly being held by mom in car on way to hospital again. Another shot and more stitches in my head. I also remember kittens under the cement step which was at the same place and my favorite horse toy. Can't remember what they were called but you could sit on them, hold the handles coming out of their head and you could bounce back and forth and up and down on them.

So you are speaking with a forked tongue now?

My memory was of a dream, aged around 3 or 4, being chased by God through a thicket of Rhododendrons.

The first house we lived in when I was born, we moved out when I was 4. I have several memories from that house including sitting in a high chair and being and being spoon fed by my mom, potty training and my first nightmare, a giant spider coming from under my bed to get me for picking my nose lol

When my daughter was four she said that she used to be grandma Jane. Wake up moment lol Jane passed years before.

Last Edited by Music muse on 01/31/2023 09:40 PM