Comments on: What’s Your Earliest Memory?

By: LunaChickNYC

LunaChickNYC — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:11:19 +0000

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

By: Greg in Cincinnati

Greg in Cincinnati — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:09:55 +0000

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

By: Gary

Gary — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:49:14 +0000

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).

By: MaineSeadog

MaineSeadog — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 03:21:26 +0000

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.

By: RNK

RNK — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:54:05 +0000

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.