my earliest memory was of me sorting a whole pile of papers around the edges of the room XD no clue how or why lol
now its your turn!comment below what your earliest memory you have!
my earliest memory was of me sorting a whole pile of papers around the edges of the room XD no clue how or why lol
now its your turn!comment below what your earliest memory you have!
My earliest memory was watching tv and a Phil Collins music video was on.
I learned in a psychology class that your first memory is very telling of your personality. My first memory is of my dad going away for the weekend and being scared he wasn't coming back. And I've had abandonment issues.
My earliest memory was about when I was 4 or five at most. I climbed the back fence because I was fascinated by my neighbors koi pond.
My first memory is protecting my sister from an angry dog
This is really embarrassing but my earliest memory was calling out to my mom from across the house that I needed to go potty and when she did not answer I started to play with my 💩 in the hallway. Tee hee!!!!!
XD well everyone has that embarassing thing they did when they were young for me i poured sugar in a cup then added water then TADA slushie! no wonder i was so hyper poor mom and dad lol
probably first day at school turned round saw a young guy cling on to the fence in tears screaming for his mummy.he`s still my friend to this day 44 year later.
My first memory is triggered by either one of two scents: old leather or machine oil. (I remember in a college psychology class hearing that young children's memories are often connected to smells.)
I can remember tromping across a cement train platform, hearing my footsteps reverberate and the hissing sound of the train, the din of people's conversations in the background. I reach the train and climb steps that seem almost as high as my knees, pulling myself up each step with the handrail. Entering the sitting compartment, I scramble into the red leather bench seat with dark wood trim, up on my knees feeling the seat give a little under my shins, grasping the wood trim at the top of the seat back, which feels a little cool. I then look out the window to see my parents walking on the platform towards the steps I just climbed to board the train. I'm aware that my brother is here with me, his rust-colored hair in my peripheral vision. I can feel my cheek muscles pulling my face into a big, enthusiastic grin.
(And that's where it ends. I don't remember my parents boarding. I don't remember ever sitting down. I don't remember the train's departure. This memory is circa 1979, when I was 4 years old, and probably from when my dad's US Army deployment in West Berlin ended and the family moved back to the States, which we left when I was a mere infant. - My only memory of living abroad is coming home. I guess early memories are telling of personality. I like going on trips, but I always feel some happiness and relief heading home again. Family is most important to me, and the trips that I remember most fondly are the ones I go on with my family. --- On that note, my ex-wife recently divorced me and will soon be moving across the country with our two youngest kids. I won't be able to follow them for 4 months. Because I know myself so will, I already know that I'm going to miss them all like crazy, and then when I do move, I'll miss the family I'm leaving behind...my two grown kids, my two grandkids, and my parents.)
All my important memories have strong emotional ties, and most of them are tied to family.