Childhood Memory. (Mostly JFF)

My first memory was when I was just 3. It was my maternal grandmother bringing me to a park. I remember wanting to sit on this animal statue type thing, and it was white with big red polka dots. As soon as she put me on it I changed my mind and wanted to get down. That's all I remember, but I'm glad I have even that. She died shortly after that, and it's the only memory I have of her.

My family is so sentimental that it helps with the memories.

My earliest one was me and my older sister singing to our baby sister while she lay on her crib. I was about 2. I remember the green curtains.

I remember my 4t birthday. I had an orange dress and I was so proud because I dressed myself that day (except for the back buttons)

I remember 1st grade ( I was only 5.5) spelling bee the word was butterfly and I spelled it minus the vowels on purpose. I was mad because I was dropped off the honor roll due to behavior. LOL. I was the youngest in the class and was not developmentally ready to sit and be quiet LOL. I told my mom that I shouldn't know the word because I am dumb and not in the honor roll. I was third in class before they dropped me. I was full of drama and quite the middle child.

I remember summer breaks, the road trips, the daily war games, the codes we created for our hiding spots, cooking in cans, horseback riding and the farm, spider fights, fist fights, the fake filipino Santa who I not so graciously exposed, my childhood friends, the street games, the beaches....ahhhh it was quite charmed. It always saddens me that my dds never get to experience all I did. I hoped to take them home one day.

My first one was my mom changing my diaper on the line where the carpets met my room and the hallway. Being frightened of my father(who i made amends with before he died) A shopping spree my mom went on with me, spending hundreds on nothing. The kindness of the middle brother, the cruelness of the oldest. finding a pink butane lighter that didnt work, but i loved it and pretended it was other things(like a space gadget) and then a neighbors mom saw i had it and took it from me. finding squished frogs and burying them with a proper froggie funeral. how our neighborhood pool looked at night with the lights underneath the water. My mom dying in front of me- waiting for the ambulance in my front yard. Rollerblading to the abandoned grocery store, breaking in and finding torched dolls and kittens (that we kept) I have a lot of memories.

I often wonder what my kids will remember too, my oldest already fixates on the oddest recollections.

I do not remember much at all from my childhood.
I have only a few memories of when I was a teenager.

I believe that I do not remember my childhood years because it was soooo bad. I was abused by my father. My mother is and was crazy.
So for me, i would rather just forget it all. And that is just what my mind has done for me.

If i had to remember my childhood, I would not be able to function in the present time.

I really do not have any adivce for you. I do think that it is great that you can watch home video's of your childhood. Enjoy them. Enjoy your father.

Take care

My aunt's dog slurping up my fried egg off my plate as I sat on the porch (floor) eating it...

Walking into kindergarten, hand in hand, with my lifelong best friend.

Planning my wedding in kindergarten to the cutest boy in the class (and he wanted to marry me too!) BTW, we were getting married IN kindergarten... we saw no reason to wait. lol

Spending every weekend of my entire childhood at my grandparents house. Man, I loved it there. Cried every week not to go home (even though I had a great home life too... :)

Related to spending weekends at my grandparents house, my grandparents didn't sleep in the same rooms, and my grandmother didn't like to sleep with anyone, so as a young child, I'd sleep with my Pappy. I remember breathing with his breaths until I'd drift off. Eventually, I started sleeping on a cot in my grandmother's room, but I vividly remember those lovely times of feeling so special that my Pappy would let me sleep with him. He is a loving and wonderful grandfather to this day.

Waking up on Easter morning and not being able to find my basket and being distraught thinking the Easter Bunny had skipped me! (My mom always hid my baskets...)

Getting the Grease album for Christmas when I was about 6 (I'm dating myself here...)

Riding my beautifully decorated tricycle in my colonial dress in the bi-centennial parade at age 3, again, dating myself here.

Those are just a few I vividly remember...

I remember my mom's grandmother and talking to her which is weird because she only spoke Spanish and I really only speak English. I remember her veil that she wore on half her face (she burned her face when she was really young) and how she would sit in her wooden chair and wrap her arms around me. She passed when I was 5 1/2 and I remember her funeral. It was sunny and we sat in the front row and everyone was so sad.

I also remember somethings from pre-school, like throwing up after eating figs, riding tricycles, a really tall girl pushing me and passing my "test" to graduate.

One of the first really vivid memories I have is of the night my sister was born. I remember sitting with my younger brother in these horrible plastic orange hospital chairs (think mid 80s decor) and being really angry. We were in the hallway and I knew that my parents were in the room accross from us but I wasn't allowed to go in. I can remember looking to my right and seeing my grandmother walk down the long dark hallway coming to pick us up. After that I remember waking up at my grandparent's house and them telling me that I had a little sister. I was 4 years and 10 months. I tell my sister that I only briefly remember life without her and that she's my first real memory.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

Sometimes a smell or a scenery will bring bak very vague memories. I think I can remember things around 5 or 6 years old. My teenage years and early twenties were bad, general social circumstances so my brain had started pushing those away. There are so many things and events I can't remember when I was let's say 20 to 23 years old. My childhood was good for the most part. I don't live there anymore so it's no wonder I get flashbacks rarely but just sometimes the oddest thing will bring me back.
My fondest memories are our vacations in Greece. My goal is to take my husband my kids there soon. Repeat my childhood, and see it through my kids' eyes.

Honestly Ephie sometimes I don't know what I actually remember or what I've seen in photos so many times I think is a memory, but......

One of my earliest memories would be at 3.4 years old. I remember sitting in the backseat of the car with my mother bringing my baby brother home from the hospital. I remember asking about his bumpy skin. I also remember the mobile above his crib.

Unfortunately I first memory is from when I was 4, I remember the day my mom and I left my dad and brother. I remember what I was wearing, I remember holding a teddy bear and I remember getting into the car.

I don't have any idea why I remember this, but I do...My parents have been great and co-parented my brother and I from that day forward. I have always had an amazing relationship with me dad (up until he passed away). But that memory sticks.

I think early memories stick mostly as they were told to us. I know I fell down the stairs once when I was younger and broke my grandma's finger when she caught me. I can picture this happening in my head, but I am not sure i remember it because it was told to me so often or because I actually remember...

The memory of my mom and I leaving I know is a memory because we never talked about it until later in life...

I am one of the lucky ones who remembers things. One memory (which I thought was from my mom telling me until she said that I was always the one who brought it up) is of her putting me in front of the TV and telling me to watch because one day it would be important. My memory consists of white bouncing bubble type things but I can vividly remember the shape of the TV, the dog being between me and my sister and the big chair. I was 15 months old and it was the lunar landing 1969. I have lots of random memories from that point on. My older son is the same way. He will suddenly bring up something that happened when he was around age 2, sometimes younger. My younger son remembers more when he is shown a picture and can randomly remember things from about age 4. I think it's genetically programmed as to when and how much we remember.

Thanks for the fun question.

I guess my earliest memories were at 4
I can remember being late for pre-school and when I showed up I had to play with legos, instead of painting like everyone else, because they were almost done. I was a little mad. LOL