What is your earliest Memory?

[LoisPrice]

I'll go first

my earliest memory is being in a cot with my cousin in the room, they moved out when I was around 12 months old. I can briefly remember the cot end with all the animal characters. My next memory at 23 months was the moon landing, my parents got me out of bed to watch, saying it was history in the making and they wanted me to see it - I can remember (whether it happened is anther matter entirely)

whats yours?

When I was 5, in 1970, I watched my very first horror movie - The Wolfman with Lon Chaney Jr, 1941 - and I'm now 60 and still addicted to horror and psycho films.

I remember in class, the teacher was asking us all what we wanted to be. Everyone was saying train driver, nurse, but I said ''please, miss, I want to act in horror films!''

Being accused of copying in maths when I was 5 or 6.
Ridiculous (I went on to do a maths degree).

Another strong memory is someone changing my answers in tables tests when peer marking when I was maybe 7 or 8. The third week i kept a separate copy of my answers to unveil the fraud. (I was most put out as I knew all my tables at 7).

How?! 😆 Glad you were OK, but HOW? How did that happen?!

I am not sure which memory is the earliest but I have 30+ memories from when I was aged 1-3.I think it’s because we lived abroad then so there were planes and trains , relatives visiting and a sibling being born.

A playgroup, sitting in a circle for songs on tiny chairs with adults behind us. Would be 2 or 3 I guess

A cat and kittens under a dresser in a dark hallway (apparently during a holiday in Ireland, I was 18 months), my mum telling me she was pregnant with my brother (I was two) and seeing my baby brother lying in a carry cot beside my parents' bed (when I was nearly two and a half).

I've got other memories too, but those are the ones that I can date almost definitely.

Hiding behind the sofa because I’d just been sick on the floor, expecting another beating from my dad for it. I must have been about 3.

Having a bath in my grans kitchen sink with one of those pull cord one bar heater things above me.

Relax by Frankie was playing on the radio as part of the charts show so must have been early 1984 before it was “banned”, making me about 15 months

My brain read that as the cat being pregnant with your brother! 😬 I think I may need a nap! 😂

Being in the bath & hearing on the radio that Elvis had died when I was about 4. Also stroking a giraffe at Longleat at about the same age.

I remember two things really clearly. I was sitting in the bath and Mum was playing/chatting with me and I suddenly realising that the string of sounds I was making were actually separate words all joined together - such a clear memory and that feeling of realisation was so intense.
Also sitting on my Mums lap and my sister (who my Mum was pregnant with at the time) kicking me. For this one I was about two - absolutely no idea how old I was in the first one.

Standing in my cot which was in my parents room. The bed had a big old fashioned crimson satin eiderdiwn on it. The sun was shining and the net curtains blowing in the wind.
I don't care if its a manufactured memory-to me its beautiful.

Getting washed by my grandmother whilst standing in a plastic bowl on her dining table. She died when I had just turned 3 so I’d guess I was about 2 and a half.

I have so few memories as a child and no idea why
vague one from being about 5, nothing before that
I don’t remember primary school or my teachers etc

I have a vivid memory of putting on my shoes when I was 2.5 to go and visit my brother in hospital with my dad. I was sat on the end of my dad’s bed, looking down at my feet. They were my best shoes at the time and I was very excited that my dad was letting me wear them because he usually only let me wear them for special occasions. In hindsight it was to keep me cheerful because DB was extremely poorly and they were worried he was going to die. I don’t remember the actual visit or anything, just the moment of putting on the shoes.

Being rescued from a house fire when I was about 20 months old, but it might not be a real memory as obviously it was talked about by family quite a lot, so might be a 'planted' memory. It feels like a real memory, though.

Me too. Hazy memories, may remember some things from around age 6

Being carried by my father up a spiral staircase to see an old lady with long black hair who’s laying in a brass bedstead. She was my great-grandmother and died when I was 14 months old.

I don't know how old but being at the local village hall for clinic for vaccination. However I am prone to distorted memories!

Being about 3 or 4 years old sat at the kitchen table and my mum was cooking, I drew a picture of my dad crying because I’d eaten all his dinner. She used to keep the crayons in an old Walls ice cream tub. I can also remember being at nursery and all the kids would ask for the skin off the custard and the ‘helper’ as we called them then gave it to me. I’m almost 40 now and these 2 memories stick out to me.

Being in the garden with my mum and digging up a HUGE (it was probably tiny) worm, I was wearing my red wellies and dungarees with flowers on them. It's still really vivid in my mind. I would have been about 3 as we moved from that house not long after.

I was 21 months old when my brother was born. I dont remember him but I remember being put into the toddler seat on top the carriage pram. The bat at the bottom was cold and if I moved the seat would pinch the skin at the top of my calves between the seat and the pram top.

My dad attempting to fix the immersion tank in the bathroom. Me looking over his shoulder. Him telling me something to make me go away. Walking back through the kitchen, a pop and him saying sh*t, and water flowing across the kitchen floor. My mum says this was earlier than my brother being born but I didn't walk till I was almost 2 and after he was born.

I have two, but I'm not sure which one came first! I remember being told not to touch a shiny, freshly-polished table. I obviously did, but there is even photographic evidence of me holding my hands behind my back, as if I definitely didn't!

The second is when I slapped a doctor. In my defence, she had stabbed me in both arms (vaccinations) and one arm flew back and hit her in the face. After that, I refused to see her ever again, even though she gave me a gold Tom and Jerry sticker, and a lollipop!

Eating soap which was next to my baby bath set up in the bathroom and being very sick. Being sick into a red bowl at breakfast time. It was one of those segmented ones and it sat on a separate compartment of hot water. I was in my high chair but it was set up in the position where it was a low seat and table. I'd have been less than two in both the memories.

I was younger than 18 months as I was in my pram and my pram had been passed on by the time I was 18 months. My Dad was pushing the pram really fast then letting it go and I was laughing because it was fun. My mum was waving from the front door telling my Dad to be careful but laughing too. A lovely happy memory.