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.
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