Monday Morning Question:
What is your earliest childhood memory?
Being in my playpen (I am not sure how old I was, but I am sure I was VERY young) and noticing the shapes you could make out of the squares in the netting of the playpen. I just stared and made shapes and pictures in them for hours. My Mom said when I was a baby I never cried because I was always looking around and thinking.
John tells me his earliest memory was when his Mother was going to spank him one time. He thinks he was three years old. She went to spank him and he looked at her and said, "Don't spank me today, spank me tomorrow, ok?" She looked upon him with such humor and pity that he got out of the spanking.
What was your earliest memory?
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I remember thinking that the flowers on our bathroom curtains looked like wolf heads, and that I was scared to go in there on my own at night!! You reminded me of that with your story about the shapes in the squares of your your play pen netting :o) I still do that now, we have flowery curtains in our bedroom, and I can make lots of wierd faces out of them, not scared anymore though!
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When I was just a few years old, I had surgery to remove a thumb from my right hand, I was born with two. All I remember was being wheeled from operating room and into recovery. My hand was all bandaged and the nurse told me it was ketchup leaking from the bandages.
ReplyDeletemy earliest childhood memory is playing in a friends house when we lived in navy quarters, then mum came to pick me up and we got on a train and travelled for ages. When we got to another house, mum said this was where we was going to live now. I was playing on the front on my own and a girl came up, who had the same hot pants as me and we made friends and were friends all throught school. I was about 4 at the time........Jules xxxx
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I think my earliest memories were when I was about 3 or 4 years old. Several come to mind, but I'll pick one ;). We lived in a small house and in the winter, several of us kids had to share one big bed. My oldest sister was having a baby, and one of my coulsins had just died. We had several people staying with us, so, for that reason, I was sleeping on a pallet on the floor. I was dreaming that I was told by one of the Aadams family (the one with Cousin It?) to get out of their car (the one with the scary looking roof) and open the gate that was leading to their spooky looking castle. Well, when I got out to open the gate, the gate would only open up into the water that surrounded their house. As I waded out into the water, an alligator came swimming up. The alligator bit me on the shoulder! As I was screaming, the alligator was just shaking and shaking me by the shoulder. When I finally woke up, my dad had me by the shoulder and was shaking me awake!
ReplyDeleteI would have have been no more than two at the time. I can remember being encouraged to eat a bowl of vegetable soup and I didn`t want it. I pushed the bowl over my nana who was feeding me at the time. What an awful child I was....lol :-)
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I think I was about 3. We went to picnic at a park near the Rosebowl. Silly, but I remember mom's friend handing out peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She held them to us and made a "thumb bruise" on the bread - the color of the jelly showed through. Wonder why that sticks? Love, Penny
ReplyDeleteYour story of never crying in your playpen reminds me of my niece that I babysat for a summer living at my sisters house in the remote country. She was so content, and I would just change her diaper and play a little with her and when I was in the other room, I would let her crawl around when the little gate was shut on her doorway. My sister came home from her journey some 40 miles to attend college, and she found Jamie with a dead mouse that she had found with it by her mouth. I get reminded of that as being an oversite on my babysittings capabilities. The story with John is really too funny! lol ~mark~
ReplyDeleteHi Krissy~Hope you and husband are in little or even no pain today. My earliest memory...I'm about 3 and standing looking down a deep hole where they are building our new house. They said not to go near it and look down so I had to! :-) Sassy
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Well, I remember running out the front door onto the sidewalk to catch my Dad as he left for work. Surprised everyone b/c I was naked at the time. That was at age 2 or 3. I really don't remember much of anything else until I was 4 and we were in a different house completely.
ReplyDeleteThis isn't going to be a wonderful answer... in fact most of my childhood memories (which I have blocked years (age 5-12) of my memories so I only have a few)
ReplyDeleteBut the first memory I have is from around when I was 3 maybe 4 and my dad would go to the bar and leave me and my sister in the back seat for hours. We were in our pj's and I remember crying and my sister hugging me so tight and saying "shhh it's okay" I love my sister so much she really took care of me in those early years. This particular night, I remember my mother coming up, pretty late, and taking us out of the car and bringing us home. Thing is I sort of remember my father not even noticing that we were gone. He got home in the morning and there was a fight because he didn't realize what happened nor care.
Luv,
Promise
Probably in the stroller, going to the park with my Dad.
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I was at the kiddy swimming pool with my 2 sisters and Grandma. My sister Diana, was sitting and decided to lay down in the pool. I can still picture the bubbles coming from her nose and mouth. Grandma jumping in the pool screaming she's drownding, when she was reaching down to pick up my sister......I noticed her dress was getting wet. I grab the hem of her dress and lifted my arms straight up. LOL! Grandma holding Diana, and trying to walk and lower her dress. Shortly after that episode, Grandpa taught my the rhym. I see London..I see France..and I've seen Grandmas underpants. LOL!
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memory is being carried down the street by a crying woman. It turns outthat I had fallen out of my crib and knocked myself out cold. I was less than a year old at the time. My grandmother was the one carrying me. She died when I was 10 months old.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was expecting my sister. I remember laying my head on her lap resting and fallen asleep. I was three years old.
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I truly cannot remember Krissy. Haven't got a clue. Bet that was because I was in the "dog house". Keep laughing.
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John sounds like a smart dude!!
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Mine is when I was in kindergarten,being separated from the rest of the class to do extra work...more advanced work, since they thought I was gifted...THEY THOUGHT WRONG...lol
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ohh this is a hard one.. I have a mental block on alot of my early years I think lol.
ReplyDeleteI remember a bus ride to a school but it was before I was in Kindergarden. I also remember a nightmare I had while sleeping over at my grandparents, Twinkie the robot from BuckRogers and some other scarry figure were at the foot of my bed.. I ran all the way down the street in my pjs home banging on our door till my dad answered it and let me in, even scarrier than that is I remeber him answering the door in his tighty whities... *ewww* no wonder I have repressed most of my childhood LOL.
My earliest memories are not sequentially defined. I remember a red bench swing...the ocean and sitting in the sand...the texture of a blue and white searsucker romper I was wearing...biting the middle out of a slice of bologna...playing on my swingset in the back yard... all these flashes are from the same year. Age 3-4 when we lived in Okinawa.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I was 10 months old and I fell down the basement stairs. The stairs ran along the wall and there was a railing on the side,but you could see the whole basement from about the 3rd step all the way to the bottom. I remember watching it spin in circles as I fell. Of course, I don't remember a whole lot of my childhood that occurred after that... wonder why? LOL :-)
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My earliest memory is of hurtling extremely fast downhill whilst strapped into my pram. My oldest brother had though it very funny to take the brakes off and let go to see what happened. I narrowly missed being killed!
ReplyDeletemy memories are from around my 3rd birthday. I remember the clown cake I had for my party, the blue & green plaid dress I wore, I loved that dress! Going to my Grandmas, still sleeping in my baby bed, although by then Mom & Dad would leave the side down and I would nap with my legs hanging through the side! I was barely 3 then.
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ReplyDeleteHope you are having a good week!!
Linda