Earliest memory you can remember.

[Chieftess]

Mine's a vivid one from about age 1 or 2 (I was still in my crib, and the nightlight was blurry, so it was before I had glasses).

I woke up - not sure what time it was, but I think it was evening, since it was still daylight out, but not much. My windowshades were closed, but the nightlight was on. I stood up and went to the outer-right (my right) corner of the crib and peeked into the kitchen, where I saw my great-grandmother sitting on the chair closest to my bedroom side of the house (probably talking to my mom and someone else - the kitchen light was on - not sure if the backdoor was open, probably was). I remember her tilting back to look at me, then she came in and picked me up.


I just have a very good memory.

My 2nd vivid memory has to do with potty training, and my dog (lab-mix). I'll let your imagination run on that one.

BTW, before my first memory, I do remember something dark. Not sure what it was (maybe being born - who knows).

 

[Elrohir]

I have vague memories of when I lived in Virginia before. I was one when we moved there, and two or so when we left, so pretty early. I remember going to a museum with a fake sewer in it, and the treet in our yard; stuff like that.

 

[Cheezy the Wiz]

my first memory that I can definitively put with a date is my fourth birthday. I remember other things, but I cant associate them with a specific time like this, though. Ironically, even though my first 'memory' is a bit late, I have the best memory recollection of anyone I know.

 

[ChrTh]

Very earliest memory I have is of looking in a cabinet at all the different children bottles in there (I had a twin brother) ... I'm guessing I'm might've been two? Don't recall much after that until I turned about 4, but there's a bunch of memories around there.

Right now I'm trying to come up with the Earliest memory I can't remember. I'll let you know if I find it.

 

[odintheking]

The earliest memory I had was when I was 4, I went to go see dinosaurs at the museum with my dad. One of my friends has vague memories of being born,

 

[Quasar1011]

I was almost 3-and-a-half. I remember my mother crying, saying, "The President is dead." She was referring to John F. Kennedy. I knew the President was somebody really important. A couple of days later, I can remember watching the funeral procession on a Philadelphia TV station. Horses were drawing the flag-draped casket along, while marines marched behind. I remember a band playing The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Nobody was happy.