It was well before I turned one; I was still in a crib. It was dark, nighttime, and incredibly hot. Some sort of animal with glowing eyes stared at me from the floor.
I thought it was a dream, but decades later my parents confirmed that when I was a baby the thermostat had broken and we had a night where the temperature was 100°. As for the animal with glowing eyes, that was our cat.
Climbing onto the counter (at 2 or 3 years old) to get a Flintstone’s vitamin, because I liked the way they taste. Plot twist: what I actually ate was one of our dog’s epilepsy pills.
Weird person giving me something incredibly sweet. (Later found out that was a polio vaccination via sugar cube). The memory was very partially formed, but it should have been around 18 months old.
Other fully formed memory starts around 2 and half.
Nice try to trawl for answers to security questions! I’ll never reveal that my earliest memory is playing with my first dog Chestnut in my childhood home on Oak St with my mother whose last name prior to marriage was Jessop!
Playing in the yard outside our apartment: little 3 y.o. me was throwing rocks at a giant wasp hive. Coincidentally, my first memory is also the first time I almost got myself killed. Getting stung is how we found out I’m seriously allergic and now I carry an epipen.
Two years old. Watching my dad build his train set in the attic.
Prob 3, and making a big ass semi truck out of Lego duplo blocks from my own mind. Thing would fall over because of weight. It had a driver and passenger.
I was somewhere around a year or two old. I can vividly remember me and the two neighbor girls who were 2 and 4 years older than me going into the bathroom and flushing some bath toy down the toilet, my dad being mad, then me asking if I could have it back when he unclogged the toilet.
I also distinctly remember trying to find a toy that for a while I thought was a fake memory that I made up. The toy was a small version of a T-16 Skyhopper that came with a Luke action figure. I had to have been 3 because that toy was 1999 and my memory was when we moved, and I remember that pretty well.
I also remember stepping on a carpet tack in our house, and I can even almost perfectly draw out that house’s layout even though it was in my first 3-4 years of life.
Sitting in the upper part of the shopping buggy being pushed around Wal Mart. Must have been 2 or 3.
3 years old, my family was being sealed in a Mormon Temple Ceremony. Kind of a renewal of vows for my parents, but with cult stuff, and us kids.
Some scary dark night, some Neon Signs, a low light street lamp, the car doors frooze, so cant open them, so had to climb through the car from the other side.
A dream where I saw myself sleeping. It was pretty boring.
Being in a stroller and the sun being incredibly bright overhead. Must have been around 2 years old.
Crawling over the wall my crib, and letting myself down, placing my feet between the vertical slats. I was two years old. I remember being two when we moved into our new home, after that, and I had a regular bed there. The new neighbor, when we moved in, asked me how old I was. And said “I’m two.”
