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July 31st, 2007 #1Registered User
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Your earliest childhood memory
I thought it would be alright to start an earliest childhood memory thread for fun.
Anyway, I'll start.
I was 3, and I was at some airport with my parental units. Outside, I saw people boarding a plane and then later watched it take off. So, I processed the idea in my child brain, and looked at my pops and said "daddy, those people are going to heaven."
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Well let's see, I always remember picking up potato chips off this blue tile floor near my washer and dryer. I also had a pink fluffy chair that I would sit on in there and just chill. Yeah, I know. Weird.
July 31st, 2007 #3
Funniest: in church, at an age less than 5. Looking at the front of the church, seeing a guy in a funny hat (must have ben the bishop) and thinking he was god. I then proceeded to pray REALLY hard to him to see if he'd notice and trip up in the middle of his speech...
Earliest; I was two (yes, 2). It was actually my second birthday party. My mom had made me a choo-choo train cake which was presented before me. I noticed something odd about that train, though; it had two chimney's, and they were both glowing very brightly at the top. Naturally I investigated with my pudgy fingers.... there were 2 pics taken of that (I'll upload them if I can find them) one before and one after the little investigation. Let's just say, in the 2nd pic I wasn't so happy...
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When I was eating a hot dog right after moving when I was 3. Though I retained a warped image of our neighbours in Colorado (they were almost family).
July 31st, 2007 #5
My childhood was a very happy one and I hardly remember any events, just one careless feeling. I remember searching for interesting roots and rocks near our datcha, they were my dolls. Bought in a store doll (made in Germany, which means a very good one in my time)) lived alone far away from me in old fashioned kerosene lamp, in a secret place... I visited her from time to time... she was getting darker and uglier with every year... I liked her romantic life. My age was probably 5.
The entire childhood I was scared of the rug near my bed... there was a picture of scene from a Russian fairy tale: Fox and crane... but at night I saw faces and figures in there and they were animated... I was sick of this rug, but never told anyone.
I remember parties in our house, delightful busy preparation in the morning, fresh cleaned rooms, new different smells, mom bringing long hidden delicatessen... don't ask what it was, you are gonna laugh... Dad selecting LP of popular musics, arrival of guests, sounds, voices, laughs, happy calm feeling. I liked appetizers, starters more of all, not even desert.
I remember running with my brother ... who will first reach raspberry bushes and eat the new berries...
The oldest memory probably is sitting with my brother on the floor in our room, alone in our house, late in the evening and playing with tin soldiers,,, killing enemy's army with heavy metal ball. That's probably 4 year's old or less.
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July 31st, 2007 #6
That question is weird, my sister is trying to adopt a child and she got asked this question in a psychological session. When she told me that I started thinking about it till I found out, that was 2 days ago.
So for the memories. I remember riding to Florida with dad and mom, I was 3-4 no one remember well what year it was. It was a 3 day's ride from Montreal. Obviously I don't remember anything from the road trip. When We arrived at the beach I was in my father's arm, he was walking to the beach so I couldnt see the beach, arrived on spot, he drop's me, this was my very 1st time looking at the ocean, It scared the shit of me and I ran to the car.
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I remember kicking the refrigerator asking my mom when I was going to be 4. I was obviously upset about being young...
That's my earliest. Not very clear, but earliest.
July 31st, 2007 #10
@sve: that was not-so-hilarious. Actually sound very good to eat....
@Joshua Fountain: HAHAHAHAHA
July 31st, 2007 #11
heh, of course it is good to eat... still favorite Russian food... but it was hard to buy in my earlier years... people were hunting for new interesting food... Those tomatoes were bought and waited for their hour for months you know . Soap was a deficit, nowhere to find in stores, and buttons, and shampoo, meat, chocolate, candy, coffee, tea, cloth, shoes, music notes, books, cars, devices, fabrics, fruit, vegetables... ahah, we were building communism .
July 31st, 2007 #12
I think I was 4 or 5 and I was hanging with my mom and her current boyfriend (ended up being my sister's dad) and there was a bottle of Budweiser on the table. I took a drink of it and felt like Superman. There was a TV near by and the rest is a tragic history.
July 31st, 2007 #13
I really cannot pin my age unfortunately, because my childhood memories get mixed up and jumbled. But one I do remember, for obvious reasons, it was in the first house I can remember we had a floor heater that I would lay on in the morning before mom and dad woke up. It was always freezing in that house. So I'd drag my blanky and my pillow to the heater and lay down on it. Well one day I didn't take my blanky or pillow off and went to go play with my barbie dolls. I do recall I was playing with the palomino horse that some Western Barbie came with, and suddenly I noticed the air was hazy. It was about that time I heard my parent's shouting there was a fire.
So yeah, my earliest memory was me almost burning our house down. :<