What is your very first memory?

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What is your very first memory?

My dad coming home from work and sobbing on my mum in the doorway after his work mate had been killed that day, I was one

My mum leaving to go the hospital. She never returned. She wore a brown dress with little yellow flowers on. I was pushing a red fire truck. She comforted me as I remember feeling anxious. She told me not to worry and she'd be back soon. I was 2 and she died when I was 35.

My mum and dad would sometimes leave a liga biscuit at the end of my cot (and end of my sister's bed). I have a distinct memory of my sister stealing my liga and not having the words to tell my parents why I was crying :)

After that it was pulling down a pot of tea on my arm - probably around age 3.

Typo. I was 2 and my mum was 35.

I was around 4, and told by a school friend that I was ‘too fat to be a girl’ and I needed to ‘try to lose some weight or boys will never be interested’. This carried on with family building upon this insecurity (was a perfectly normal sized child…)

Cue the first 30 years of my life of me having a rather complex relationship with food and general confidence. Sorry this isn’t nearly as cheery as the other ones posted here 😣

Running into the rose bush while my Mum was gardening and getting a massive thorn stuck right in the middle of my forehead! Probably around 2.5/3.

I remember my sister in a pushchair (about 2 years old) and me about 3 and a half, going to get my brother from School. I also clearly recall being at home with my Mum preschool days and Jimmy Young on Radio 2 doing his daily recipe, I used to listen out for the catchy jingle it had. This would have been late 60s.

My brother threatening to let my pram go down a slope.

My brother peeing in my face in the bath.

I was about 3 and my brother was close in age. He's actually the nicest person I know on this earth as an adult. He doesn't have a bad bone in his body

I have no idea.
I have seen home movies so I don't know if my memories are from watching them or "real".

I definitely have memories of staring up at my mobile obviously laying in my cot and at the wallpaper of my bedroom (mice getting drunk in champagne saucers) :D

I was looking through the cross hatch wire fencing at the fireworks being let off in next door's garden. Must have been 50 days before my 3rd birthday.

I remember my mum being in labour with my little brother, he was born three days after my third birthday .
Of course, I didn't know that she was in labour or what was happening but I've always had this memory and when I grew up I realised what it was. I have a vivid picture of her pacing up and down and groaning in our sitting room.
I also have a fuzzier memory of him being brought back to the house, in a pink carrycot, and peeking into it to see him.

Understanding words before I could speak them - lying on my mum's lap in a car while she complained that I kept wriggling, all I wanted to say was "my head's banging off the door rest you stupid woman".

Knowing who people are when they come to check you in your cot at night, not just your parents, but family friends too.

Knocking over my potty and being surprised that poo was squashy!

🤣🤣🤣

My parents watching 9/11 on the TV and my dad thinking it was a film. I was 2 and a bit..

Standing in the kitchen and my dgm was washing cups in the sink and telling me that dm and df would be back soon. Df had gone to the hospital to pick dm up after db was born, I had just turned 2

I'm fortunate to have a long memory span.
My earliest memory is of the Queen's Silver Jubilee in 1977. I was 20 months.
They are like flashes of images.
The Carnival field. My red, white and blue striped dress. Flapping a plastic Union Jack flag. My Gran. Stroking a lamb.

Standing on the kitchen table, pointing at the ceiling light and saying a mangled version of the word in my home language while my family sat around the table applauding and laughing. I can remember the feeling of being in the space, in my body; it's really odd because I was very young, probably just turned 2. I know it generally believed that memories are thought to start at 2.5 years, but this one is definitely earlier (specific marker which places it reliably in time) and not a false memory brought on by parental or photographic recollection.

I also remember very clearly the moment when my parents told me I was going to have a baby brother or sister.
I would be just under two-and-a-half. Playing with my Fisher Price dolls house.
My mum said "When shall we tell Emma?"
Then, "We're going to have another baby".
My response, "Are we going to have another Mummy and Daddy to look after the other baby?"

A few months later I have an image of walking up the stairs of the maternity hospital with my Gran, holding a soft red elephant to give to my new baby brother.

My first proper memory is being in the garden with a steep hill and a tall chain link fence with someone (neighbour?) looking over it.

Having found photos of the garden as an adult I discovered it was a tiny garden with a slight slope and a 3/4ft chain link fence 🤣.

We moved when I was two so the memory is no older than when I was 2.5yo.

My clearest early memories are from 3yr and above after we'd moved. I do have some of being in a cot at my Nans house, maybe when I stayed there. I don't think I was a baby but the cot was obviously still convenient size wise and she had younger grandchildren too by then. Maybe I was 2/3sh. I remember looking into a mirror on the cot and trying to see inside my eye.

Going to view our first house at age 2, I remember the queens coronation also sitting on my mothers knee with my brother sitting on the other trying to choose names for my little sister who was due.