What’s Your Earliest Memory?
When I was three years old (according to my mother) we lived in a garage apartment on 15th Street in Dunbar. Here’s how it looks today, on Google Maps. Notice the completely appropriate vehicle parked out front? Heh.
This would’ve been 1965 or 1966, and I remember standing on the sidewalk beside the white house, near the tree, with a little girl who was wearing a dress. We were pouring Kool-Aid on the pavement, and a woman yelled at us because we were making the sidewalk sticky.
My Mom says a girl, about a year older then me, lived in that house, but she can’t remember her name. Supposedly we were “friends,” and I don’t know anything about that. I only have one memory of her: wearing a dress and pouring Kool-Aid, possibly grape.
I believe that’s my earliest memory, at three years old. We didn’t live in the apartment very long, my parents bought a house soon thereafter, and I can’t recall anything about the inside of the place. I’m sure it was luxurious, though.
I remember a lot of stuff from when I was five, and a few scattered events from when I was four, but before that: not much. What about you? What’s your earliest memory?
I asked Toney and the boys this question, and Toney says she can remember walking to a pre-school with her grandfather, when she was four.
The older Secret was almost four when we moved here from California, and says he remembers riding a Big Wheel around our cul-de-sac in Santa Clarita. So, he would’ve been three, I guess.
When we first moved here, the older boy cried several times per week because he missed his California friends. And now he can’t remember them, not at all. His entire life, as far as he’s concerned, has taken place in Pennsylvania. It’s bizarre; it feels like we haven’t been here very long, but it’s all he knows.
The younger Secret says he remembers being at the Santa Monica pier, but I’m highly skeptical. I think he “remembers” this from home movies, not from real life.
So, is three or four years old the norm? What’s your earliest memory?
And this is a quickie, written in a hurry because it felt like the site was going stale. Emergencies require quick action… I’m going to start my workweek now, right after a Marlene Catheter beef tips dinner.
See ya tomorrow, boys and girls.
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Earliest…sitting on the arm of this big (to me, I was three I’d guess) green vinyl chair and my grandfarther feeding M&Ms one after the other. They say that made me allergic to chocolate.
I had coffee and pretzles for breakfast today.
I remember living in Philadelphia in the early 80′s. I would have been 3 or 4 and the only thing I can recall is sneakers hanging from the power lines and guys with “getto blaster” boom boxes on their shoulders listening to to Michael Jackson. Needless to say, we lived in the hood. I also kind of remember a Flyers game or two.
I remember the back hallway of the first house we lived in (near Belfast , Northern Ireland) – playing by running in and out of the house along the hall, hunting elephants (my older sister was the elephant). I was 3, it was just before my family moved to the U.S., and my little sister was still in the womb. The most vivid thing from this memory are these old sandals I was wearing, that smelled bad and had crinkly leather straps that buckled to keep them on – I hated them because they took so long to take on and off (two front straps and one rear strap on each sandal). I’ve never bought or worn sandals since, go figure.
I had an “omelet” of sorts, cooked up by my mother-in-law, for breakfast. She’s from Russia and only knows two settings on the stove: on full blast or off. So the omelet is poured eggs with hot dogs or baloney in the middle and shredded cheese on top, heated on full until the cheese melts. The meat is perfect and the eggs are burnt to a crisp, and yet it is still somehow tasty. This with strong coffee.
Oh, and thanks for a Sunday update, Jeff! A nice surprise.
One of my earliest memories is when i decided to play “Oil Deliveryman” with the garden hose and the oil pipe on the side of our house. I guess I overfilled the tank (!), and caused quite an expensive mess in the basement.
Other memories include a big family 4th of July picnic, where someone lost their big toenail due to their unfortunate choice of flip-flops as shoes, and my uncle’s choice to land on their footas he slid into second base.
Waiting in line in the car for gas ad someone trying to explain gas rationing based on your car’s window sticker. Even months would get gas mon/wed/fri and odd months got te/thu/sat. Not sure about what they did about sundays, but hey, I was only a toddler.
Lastly we had a full size Old English Sheepdog,who was so big she could stand on her hind legs and look a grown man in the eyes. I remember being 3 or 4 and RIDING her through 8 or 10 inches of snow while my older brothers just about fell over laughing. She blew through that stuff like it was nothing, and to my young mind it felt like nothing less that warp speed on a furry magic carpet.
The earliest I can remember was when I was 3 back when we lived in Alaska, and my older sisters (4 and 5 years old) and I were outside playing in front of the house. My mother had warned us not to get dirty because we were leaving to go somewhere shortly and were wearing our “good” clothes as the story goes. (I was too young to remember that part). We were doing fine until a pickup truck drove past us and splashed us with a huge (to us) wave of muddy slush from the snow that was melting by the side of the road. The three of us were covered from head to toe and screaming, but the driver never stopped to check on us. My mother, who had been tending to our little brother inside, was horrified but what can you do? She propped us up on the kitchen table and took pictures as we posed in our muddy dresses. My family swears I was too young to remember and that I too simply recall if from the pictures, but I do.
My next memory, however, is a few years later from Kindergarten when I failed to make it to the bathroom in time and wet my pants. (We had a makeshift bathroom in the classroom. For some reason, I remember it as resembling a very small closet.) I was less concerned about the humiliation than I was thinking that the teacher might toss out my favorite dress after I changed into clean clothes.
Breakfast: thick, sludgy coffee and two slices of whole grain bread, one with Havarti, the other with pumpkin butter.
Two years old, running naked though the house with my mom chasing me. First spanking, don’t know what I did but it had something to do with why I was naked in the first place. We were living in Colorado Springs at the time. It was not much later that I did the swan dive off the second floor balcony costing me several stitches in my head. Could be the reason I am so, eh never mind. Oh, I did say I was on a respite. Well it’s over, life goes on and I’m still the same jerk I use to be. No need to be reclusive over life’s issues. ***He says with a sinister smile***
I am a leaf on the wind, watch me soar…and then, I am gone.
I was walking down a funny smelling brightly lit hallway with my dad, holding onto his pinky. We stop and he puts something down on the floor. I stand up on it and look in a window, he points and says ‘That’s your new baby brother’
I was a year and a half old. I also have memories of being REALLY angry at everyone and hurt because I was the first grandchild, then got replaced by the first grandSON and I was O U T.
I was just under 3. I know this because we have documentation. My younger brother Jerod had just started walking, he was 1. We were in this house in Waco and I decided to build us a “tent” by dragging the covers from the bed over a gas flamed heater. It quickly caught fire and so did the rest of the house. All burned to the ground. I can still remember the layout of that house.
I guess that wouldn’t be my “earliest” memory because I also remember being in that same house and getting in trouble for standing in front of the open ice box with a tomato in my hand. I’d ripped it apart and was digging the seeds out of it. I don’t remember my brother being there so I must have been 2ish.
There are several memories with great grandparents (one of which who is still alive) that I won’t bore you guys with. I couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5 in most cases.
Meredith — in my baby book, in the space for the father’s reaction to the birth, it actually says, “Better luck next time.” (I was the third girl.)
Missed it by 1!!
We’re post to tell what we had for breakfast? I had a filet mignon from Logan’s. We brought it home last night because my pregnant wife didn’t touch it. She suddenly found meat revolting as soon as it got to the table, go figure. Then I had some coffee and a slice of cookie cake.
Earliest memory, I guess about 4 sitting on my PawPaw’s, (yes PawPaw) lap. I would eat the chocolate off of the peanuts and feed him the nuts. I dont’ know why, but it is the most memorable.
I spent most of my good memories living with my grandparents in that big red house on Roxalana Road across from the firestation. I know I was happiest as a child when I was living there.
Christmas eve my MeawMaw and I would make donoughts. She would fry them and my job was alwys to put them in the suger and cinnamon. During the holidays we made 1000′s of cookies, dozens of pies, and that God awful fruitcake. I didnt know then she was drinking half the liqour she bought to go in them. We would take them to the fire dept, police dept, city hall, the bank, the postman. Everybody in town had baked goodies from our house. I miss those days.
I was 3 well I got mauled by a dog. We lived 20+ minutes from the hospital and I almost bled out in my Dad’s jeep on the way there. 200+ stitches in my face and one massive blood transfusion later I spent about a month in an oxygen tent. My 1st memory is of my Mom reading to me through the zipper in the tent. Depressing, but true. Then of my Grandma putting Vitamin E from the capsule on the scar.
Oh, and I had coffee and scrambled eggs with shredded cheddar for breakfast. And a grilled ham and swiss and a bloody mary for lunch. Happy Sunday, y’all!
Jason…baby’s a vegan
Brynhildr…since you mentioned Kindergarten… I slugged my Kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Kahnstiner) when she grabbed me by the arm to make me go sit on the floor in front of the piano and sing along. I knocked her glasses off. Broke ‘em too. She grabbed my left arm which left her open for a solid right..
We lived close to a VA hospital where I grew up. They’d let them loose during the day. One day I remember this guy knocking on the door, “This is my goddamn house!” he kept insisting. It might well have been his house at one time. Who knows? Me and my little brother went to our bedroom to hide out. Something knocked on the window and we pulled back the curtains……it was HIM! And he was holding a steak knife. SCARY!
I don’t know how old I was, but I was still young enough to need to be carried a lot. Our family went to a bluegrass show at the Mountaineer Opry House in Milton (which still is there in the same spot) and the old man sitting beside our family kept playing peep-eye with me. I sat on his lap and I thought my Dad was going to kill someone. I didn’t know if it was me or the old dude, but we left because the music went sour the minute Dad saw me on that old man’s lap. We spent the entire ride from Milton to Boone County (pre I-64 driving too) with Dad railing at me about the dangers of being too friendly with people we didn’t even know.
It’s either that or when my sister started kindergarten (I would have been 2 or 3) and I had to go to the hairdresser’s with Mom, where we would spend hours while the one of her glorious bouffants was being constructed. I was playing with the hairdresser’s little boy and he had the cool GI Joes that could move in ways stinking Barbie couldn’t. One day we had to play in the house because the weather was bad. We weren’t allowed to go into the hairdresser’s bedroom. Her son says, “Wanna see something?” I’m a kid, so of course I wanna see something. He opened the Mom and Dad’s bedroom door and the walls AND ceiling were covered in posters and 8×10 advertising scene pictures from the Lyric Theatre where his dad was the projectionist at the time (for those who never lived in near here, The Lyric was the XXX porn movie house before there were VCRs or the Internet for handy porn movie watching). OMG there were nekkid people everywhere doing all manner of things that I had no clue about. I had many questions for Mom on the way home. We were never allowed to play in the house again. Instead, I had to stay in the shop if the weather was bad where there was nothing to entertain me but stacks and stacks of pulp magazines about freaky weird “this happened to me” stories, many of them featuring pictures about sex and/or death.
My first memory….. I was standing in my crib and looking at a psychedelic curtain, a paisley print with bright green and yellow and orange and hot pink in it. I remember that curtain and a tall guy wearing a green uniform. He gave me a stuffed elephant, (which I still have). According to my mother and my aunt I was right around two when I got that elephant from a guy who was dating my mother. We lived in a trailer near the base and they say there was a curtain like that hanging on the window by my crib.
O.K. I’m lying there & the place stinks of cow & goat manure! There is a hugely annoying kid rat a tat tatting on a stupid drum giving me my first migraine before I even know what a migraine is! My dad is yelling at the manager of the holiday Inn or wherever we are, complaining the room is no better than a damned pig sty! suddenly 3 really weird dudes show up on Harleys or camels whatever you call those things & start trying to sell totally weird stuff to my parents (frankincence & Mhyr my ass!) I think they were drug dealers! I am trying to catch a few Z’s bit the damned choir won’t shut up!!!!
Oh! wait! I think that was someone else’s first memories!!
Ground control to Major Tom……….
Two years old, laying in my bed, in my bedroom, and as airplanes would pass over our house, on their way to the airport, I would listen to the noise moving from one side of the room to the other. And at Christmas, my aunt came, and we would glue cotton balls to the front door glass, to look like snowflakes. I’m sure my mom appreciated that.
I was three, and we lived on old route 60 in St. Albans. I got under the baby grand piano because someone came to visit and I didn’t want to be hugged and kissed by her. I refused to come out from under the piano until she left.
The other update was stale? Hell, I haven’t even had a chance to read it yet.
First memory? I remember moving into our first house when I was about two. I don’t remember the apartment before that, but I have been told a story about falling down the stairs there, and I have heard it so many times, that I feel like I remember it, but I am pretty sure that I don’t really.
Breakfast was at a Holiday Inn Express.
I was around 2 ish and I remember playing in our carport when we lived in Alabama. I was observing the ants all scurrying about. Then, when I was 2.5, I had to have a cyst removed from my shoulder. Back then, that was an overnight stay type of surgery. I remember being wheeled into the OR and when I came to, my mom was there. They had brought a tray of food for me and one for her. I didn’t want mine, I wanted hers. And, she traded me. I can’t remember what the food was, but I distinctly remember that detail.
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on!
Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you
That first daunting memory went something like this. Let me digress a bit. Ok, a whole lot. Jeezum Crow!
There was a buzz in the air that day, several of us were running around and we could here faint hints of holiday music. The main event was about to happen and we were fully energized. Not too many times did we get this opportunity but we knew soon that something was going to happen.
I was hanging out that day on the corner of Deferens and Vesicles. My partners in crime where just down the street and headed my way. There was something a foot and they didn’t look like it would be long before things around here would start shaking. Not long before, we had been through this drill. Some of my best friends had got caught up in the moment and were carried away in the rush of things.
I shouted out, hey Ralphie, what’s shakin’! He said, “Man, I hope it ain’t like last time. Jimmy and Ronnie didn’t make it back. They just didn’t have it in them to wiggle out of the situation.” Yeah man, that was something. But I’m getting a positive vibe from this one. Everyone’s all excited about it and I think we are going to go all the way. Ralphie said, “I hope the team is ready for this. We are only getting one shot at this and we have got to be ready for the long haul.” Ralphie, I’ve been working out everyday. Been hitting the gym, lifting weights, I am pumped. Scuttle butt says it won’t be long. The control center is really stirring and they are calling for everyone to get ready.
Moments go by and all the usual gang is starting show up. There’s a tension in the air and everyone is on edge. Things are starting to warm up and there is an almost party atmosphere as everyone starts dancing around. I get jammed up in the head of the crowd and the push is starting to pulsate towards the door. “Man, I think this is it. I think its happening” shouts Ralphie. The sudden burst sends me propelling towards the exit. It’s a mad rush and nothing is visible. Then some one shouts, where it is start looking for it, its somewhere around here. Then somebody shouts out, I see it, over here. I run towards the sound of the voice.
I can’t believe it, it’s huge and others have already started attacking it. Ralphie shouts, “Well don’t stand there gawking, first one in wins!” Wins what I say. “I don’t know! That’s what I was told”, states Ralphie. Well, let’s go then. Others keep hitting it but they keep getting bounced back. Man, what is that? I said. I get up a full head of steam and run as fast as I can. I’ve never run this fast before, I give it everything I have. I hit the wall and start to get pulled in. I can’t talk. I wiggle with all my might to get to the middle where there seems to be room. I make it in but nobody else does. WTF? I can see Ralphie and everyone else start dropping off. They just lay there wriggling and dying. I shout to Ralphie come on man, you can make it, but he doesn’t hear me. The sphere starts to move and I’m scared but a voice says, “Its ok, you were meant to be here. This is your time.”
When I awake, I don’t look the same any more and there is another like me. A mirror image of me, I feel strange and start to shake. I black out again. Now there are more of me. This keeps happening for what seems to be an eternity. I seem to be getting bigger, longer and I am growing things I have never seen before. Everything seems to be fluid and I feel I am floating in space until one day. It starts getting tight. The fluid I was rolling around in is all gone and there is a great pressure pushing me downward.
I fight it but there seems to be nothing to grab hold of, wait grab, where did that thought come from? I have these things on the end of my limbs that look like smaller limbs. They flex and stretch but nothing. I can’t move my shoulders.
Something grabs me and pulls me by my head forcing me down even further. Being turned and pushed, I don’t like this feeling. Then I feel a great push and I go down and now my limbs are free. Something grabs me and I start feeling cold. Something wraps around me and the warmth comes back. I feel a sharp pain add I yell out but it doesn’t seem these things are listening to me. They keep touching me a wiping me off with something.
I get laid down and everything is still. I still hear that familiar thumping sound, faint, yet I hear it. I dare open my eyes, but I do. There is this thing, which looks like me. It has limbs like me and face that is smiling at me. I smile back! I love you mom. Now how’s that for a first memory?
I am a leaf on the wind, watch me soar…and then, I am gone.
Going to the dumps in my hometown on Long Island was my favorite and only early childhood memory. Playing in the trash, searching for treasures, and playing in dumped cars for hours. My parents left me there and drove off once. I was hysterical. They came back before sunset. The dumps guys looked after me until they returned. Those WERE the days.
Where oh where did you get that field guide posted in the classics. It’s hilarious. The ‘cheapus bastardi’, oh god. “I’m a civil war vet, doesn’t that count for anything?” I can picture a teenage clerk trying to do the math after hearing that one.
I was five. First day of kindergarten… Longest hall in the world!
They put the kindergarten all way at the back of the school. You had to walk past the other 7 grades in descending order before you FINALLY got to the kindergarten at the end. (This was pre-middle school, K-7 all in one building, 8-12 at the high school.)
Earliest memory where I can be sure of my age comes dates back to the early spring of 72 when I was three. We were moving into a new house and we were doing some renovations and cleaning before moving in.
Breakfast today was a generous hunk of borgonzola cheese and a bowl of cereal (generic Rice Krispies).
Tyrosine – Went to Whole Foods today and bought a generous hunk of Gruyère. Now contemplating a tasty grilled cheese with arugula.
Vivid early memory of my mom walking my 2 brothers and me to my brother’s music lesson. I was 4 and it was 1963. There was a Motorola tv in the waiting room of the music studio. I remember asking mom what was that show that was on tv and she said it was the President’s funeral….Kennedy for all you younguns.lol
I have quite a few memories from the age of 3 or 4 but most I can’t document my exact age. Another fav is the time I remember riding tricycles up and down the driveway with my boy cousin… I’m guessing I was 3ish and he was 6 months older so 3 or 4. We decided to go ‘swimming’ so we stripped nekkid, turned on the garden hose on the driveway and laid down in the water. My grandmother came out of her house and about dropped her spleen when she saw us.
I’ve been a loose woman ever since…
My fourth birthday, seems to be the earliest memory. I was just being a normal hyperactive kid, bugging my fake dad to open my presents. My great grandparents were there. I didn’t want to visit with them, but just wanted to be a kid and play. So, as usual, fake dad took off his belt and beat the fuck out of me. My great grandparents told me I shouldn’t make him mad. Good memories. Prepared me for years of that shit.
Jeff, your mom may have been talking about Ann D. She lived in that house, but I think she is your age, not a year older. Maybe she had just turned four while you were still three and that is why she was referred to as a year older than you.
On IPOD right now- “Lay Down”- O.A.R.
First memories. My dad played for NY Mets farm team summer of ’67 in Mankato, Minnesota. I was born October, ’64. So, I was 2 and a half?
I remember many things from that summer. Mom and I went to many baseball games. We lived in a trailer park that had a pool, I remember riding my tricycle on a gravel road to that pool almost every day with my mom walking beside.
Our next door neighbor was a cop. I would wait for him to come home from work. He would go inside and get me a lollipop, get himself a cigar, and I would sit on his porch and wear his policeman’s hat while he smoked.
…And I’m floating in a mostapeculiar way…
I was 3 or 4 and used a spoon to pry the top off a baby asprin bottle and feast on orangy goodness!
Having your stomach pumped ain’t no fun.
Also (same year) I was running through the house in my new Star Trek slippers that were slick on the bottom, making the SSSSSSHHHHHHHH noise like the Enterprise. Slipped and fell into the end table and put a big gash next to my eye.
AND (same year again) I put the paste/glue lid on my finger like a ring and couldn’t get it off. Before we went to the ER my brother told me that they would have to cut my finger off, he was a prick that way.
I bet my parents wished they could return me for a refund.
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do
I am a leaf on the wind, watch me soar…and then, I am gone.
Wow, I’ve got 2 memories, unsure which is totally older. I remember crawling out of my crib and scaring my mother and grandmother who were sitting and talking in the living room. I remember my grandmother picking me up putting me back in the crib and her asking me how I did that. I remember distinctly showing her what I did to get out of the crib – LOL!
I also remember running and jumping into my grandfathers arms. He was sitting in a chair in the dining room and my cousin and myself were having a blast doing this. A few days later he had a stroke and was never right after that. He lived for the next yr+ in a nursing home, and he died when I was three. So I was probably 2 or less.
Other than that, I just remember pieces of things until I was about 5 yr old or so. From that point on things get clearer – if that makes sense at all!
I have a pretty poor memory about personal stuff, but I do remember a candy-striper wheeling a cart with different flavors of ice cream into my hospital room after I got my tonsils out, and I could choose the flavor I wanted. My mom said I was 2, and no way I could remember that, but I do.
Another strong memory is the first day of kindergarten, waiting for the bus, and Pedro Oliva (MN Twins Tony Oliva’s son) threw my bag up into a tree and made me cry. Big meanie.
I had egg, bean and tomato soft tacos for breakfast. yum.
I must have been 4..I remembering going for a walk with my parents, and swinging between their arms while all I saw around me were lightning bugs..seems like a dream. I also remember my dad playing with a Kermit the Frog doll by putting a cigarette in its lips and having him “smoke” The frog, and unlit cig..that was my toy!! the good old days!!
breakfast…Wheat Chex in milk, yogurt for late morning snack!! diet ya know.
Did I miss the “What did you have for breakfast?” part. Anyway, I had two cups of coffee and three cigarettes. Breakfast of champions.
On IPOD right now- “Don’t Touch Me There”- The Tubes
Sunday breakfast consisted of grits and bacon.
…..with a proper English tea, of course.
My first vivid memory is being driven to the hospital at night and ending up in a room with a bunch of other crying babies. I have since reconstructed this to coincide with having a really bad case of the mumps when I was only two years old. I was taken to the hospital because my fever went up to about 105. For some reason, the high fever made me preternaturally aware and burned this memory into into my brain.
That’s about all I have, until the memory of what I had for breakfast yesterday.
This is ground control to Major Tom,
You’ve really made the grade….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_JGDO3X87g
….and the papers want to know who’s shirts you wear
(now its time to leave the capsule if you dare)
Jason, what just happend is just a little freaky, man….
Get out of my head!
Lee Harvey Romone,
I agree. It’s a little bit gay or something. Let’s not speak of this again.
Earliest memory is pressing Colorforms to a huge bay window and thinking it hilarious that Colorforms could stick to the window.
I also remember fighting with my 2 older sisters and older brother about who would get to use the “Mary Poppins” spoon that came in a bag of Dominoes sugar.
No memories, just forgets.
Weird….
On IPOD right now- Space Oddity
Though Im past one hundred thousand miles
Im feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows
Shitmydadsays – “Does anyone your age know how to comb their fucking hair? It looks like two squirrels crawled on their head and started fucking.”
My first memory is pretty hazy, but I can remember being at a petting zoo with my father, and seeing a baby deer or a goat yank a handkerchief out his pocket. My mom doesn’t know how I can remember this though, because I was only two years old.
When I was about 4 years old (1968 or so), my parents, my younger sister, and I were on a plane to somewhere in New Mexico. I remember that these two ladies kept fussing over me, and they asked my parents if I could sit between them on the plane, because I reminded them of their own daughters. They were so nice to me, and the stewardess even took a polaroid picture of us, which I still have. I later found out that the two women were Zza Zza and Eva Gabor.
My earliest memory is of my mother’s funeral, 3 weeks before my 2nd birthday. I’ve already shared this. So that was early January 1978.
My second memory was just a few weeks later after the blizzard of ’78. We lived in a housing addition out in the country so we were in no danger of being plowed out anytime soon. My house sat on the upward slope in the center portion of the addition. I remember spending the day with neighborhood kids sledding from my driveway, across the road into the neighbor’s yard. I was tucked in front of this older boy named Sam as we flew over the snow and into a drift in the neighbor’s yard. I remember just laughing and laughing while Sam brushed the snow off of me. Then he’d plop me back into the sled and pull me back up to the top of our driveway so we could do it again. I can still see Sam’s smile and hear his laugh while he was brushing that snow off of me.
I can remember sitting on the floor of my neighbor’s living room in the late 50′s when I was three, watching their television. I found out years later when this came up in conversation with my mom, that that the neighbors weren’t home at the time and that the rest of the neighborhood was frantically helping my parents search for me. True story and the portent of things to come… I also remember my newborn baby sister coming home from the hospital about a month after the TV incident.
I remember my dad building our house when I was three. I remember going up the hill behind our house to a neighbor’s house where I thought my sisters were. My dad had told me not to go up that hill, but I did anyway. As I used to tell it, I remember my dad bending me over his knee while he sat on an 8″ concrete block and paddled me with a 2 X 4. I’m sure it was a small stick of wood, but I remember a 2 X 4 (grin).
My dad job shopped, meaning he was a whore for a few extra dollars, so long as he could move his kids in the middle of the school year. I have no venom there.
Jeff asked for our earliest memories. One day I had an Ice Cream Cone, from an ice cream vendor with both herpes and projecile eboloa. We lived near DC, so I expect he had both.
I dropped the cone. I dropped it in on the Ground.. My Mother gave me hers. I was 3, This was on or about 1973.
She is a good Mother,
Greg
My earliest memory was my parents losing me in the mall and I was in Macy’s playing with these awesome dollhouses that had working lights and doorbells and the “mean man” yelled at me and kept me until my parents found me I was born in May of 76 and it was Christmas of 78 (my mom wasn’t pregnant yet with my sister which she was the following Christmas and the one before I doubt I was walking that’s why I place it at 78) so I was 2 years 7 months