What’s the first thing you remember when thinking back to when you were a baby or little kid? I remember the first time I opened my eyes as a several month old
One time, when I was about 2 and a half, I had a habit of climbing on top of the rail of my crib and crawling along it. I did so one night after being put to bed, and managed to fall to the floor. I started crying pretty loudly, so my parents came and got me, and to try cheer me up, they put on this tape that had these kid-themed music videos for oldies songs, and danced to it while taking turns holding me. Problem was, I didn’t like it, so I stayed upset for quite a while.
When I was 3, I slightly damaged my Pericranium(Layer of skull or whatever) on a glass table. It hurt pretty bad.
I believe I was…one…or two
I remember getting out of my crib, crawling down the stairs, and seeing that my parents bought a new kitchen
strange thing to remember, but I guess my mind finds it important
This explains everything. /s
I remember getting stung by a bee when I was 3. Needless to say, I’m not not a fan of bees currently.
I bet the kitchen was stocked with potatoes. You remember it because you were introduced to your brethren.
It might have been
who knows
My brain didn’t get damaged by the collision at all >.>
The only permanent damage delt that day were the stains to the carpet.
I’ve got three. All of them are when I was three. One is when I was standing in the driveway of my old house in California, looking off into the sunset (classic, I know). The second is being at Legoland California and looking down at the highway. The final one is walking across the street with my mom from our house to a neighbor’s house. I remember their kitchen floor: light blue linoleum with white diamonds on it.
I remember when i was three i was jumping on my parents bed, and i fell off and broke my arm. another time i was fighting with my brother, we both headbutted each other at the same time, and we both started crying.
I remember myself, in therapy (or something) clearly saying, “No.”
And from there spawned my negativity, criticism, and cynicism.
The earliest thing I remember is wandering off into the woods while my parents weren’t paying attention, and winding up getting lost, and then the dog found me, and I found my way back to the house.
I distinctly remember never being worried. Even when I realized I didn’t know where I was.
I remember riding one of those baby cars aroundthe neighborhood
I remember I went with my Mom to her work at a 4 Seasons rec center, always wore basket ball jerseys, and could swim terrifically until I actually got swimming lessons. I also remember that one time I slipped on a magazine and my glasses…gave me an ER-type boo-boo. Now that I think about it, I can remember that pretty vividly… * shudder*
I remember crawling around when I was 1 (I think) picking up Thomas trains and putting them on a rail they were not supposed to go and forcing them to work
I remember, when I was 2, my mother told me not to touch the iron.
I did.
Big mistake.
First thing I remember is sticking my hand into a fountain when I was 2.
The first memory I’ve ever had was when I was eating at a table when I was 4. Pretty weird but I can’t think of anything past that.
I barely remember anything. I think the first three years of my life were stolen from me.
I remember being two-three and I was in a walk in closet with a bare-bulb hanging from the ceiling and my mom was pointing at the light saying “light” and then I would say “white?” to which she would reply “no light”