I can remember grabbing green shag carpet while I was still crawling. The memory is still very tangible. I also remember the mirrors in the house, our yard, and touching a hot element of the stove. We moved out of that place before I turned 3.

I will be 50 next year.

3ish. I remember being tasked to pick up sticks, remember the back yard, the towering white pines, my mom trying and failing to start a lawnmower.

I have very small flashes of my life from when I was very small. I can’t say if any of them are false memories. I certainly don’t experience them in a way I can think about what the furniture looked like or anything.

Youngest is when I was at my grandparents house. I was crawling past the door to the bedroom I slept in. It wasn’t a scary place for me but it was dark and I couldn’t see I in and I was scared and crawled past it fast. I think I was old enough to walk, but I wasn’t for some reason.

I remember moving out of an old house we lived in and it had a tire swing. I was definitely younger than kindergarten, but I don’t know exactly how old. I probably wouldn’t recognize the place if I drive past it, but maybe I would.

I remember sitting in a high chair at my grandparents cottage being fed bananas by a young girl with dark hair. I don’t remember her face at all. It might’ve been the granddaughter of my grandparents neighbor, or there’s a small chance it was my bio-mom. But if it was her that would have to be from the first few months of my life.

That’s all I have from before I was school age.

My early childhood memories are weird because they’re out of order.

Like, what I consider my very first memory is my dad telling me that today is my 5th birthday. However, I also have memories that, to me, happened later in my life but I was told those happened when I was younger. One example I can think of is sitting in a chair having my picture taken. And my parents showed me that picture and said I was three at the time. Another is getting bitten on the face by a dog and looking at the wound in a mirror, which apparently also happened when I was three.

I don’t know if that’s common for someone’s early childhood memories to feel disordered like that.

Quite a bit. Most of it traumatic. A happier one was when I was nearly two I remember the last moon landing and how everyone was talking about it being the last one. I was really sad since it seemed like something I would want to do. As for the trauma I have far too many memories. Just one from around the same time. I remember my mother slapping me off the kitchen counter and ending up with a life long scar on my face. I have no idea what I did to ‘earn’ it.

I remember visiting my uncle and being young enough I slept in a crib, but I was old enough to walk around. I barely remember anything else about the trip though.

I don’t think i can place another memory until preschool. I can remember the layout of the preschool and some activities we did at it.

I have 2 memories from when i was around 2 years old. 1 happened shortly after my second birthday where i got half my hand ripped off by a dog. I remember it pretty well too. Including the ride to the hospital. The other is where my father severely beat my mother. Both very traumatic memories and both i vividly remember.

My earliest memory is from preschool around 4 years old.

My memory seems to come online surprisingly late.

The first memories kick in around 6, but really it’s just a few small disoriented flashbacks. At 11, I vividly remember my first relationships, but not much more.

Comprehensively, I remember myself since about 16. That’s when I can finally tell the order of events, and can visually recall key points.

Interestingly, I have otherwise good memory.

I remember my mom changing my diaper and then vomiting. It surprised me. Not sure how old i was.

The only memories I have before 3 that I know are real are traumatic.

My Grampy’s funereal day at my Granny’s house. I’m being carried down her driveway. Everything is so strange looking because the perspectives are so different from the norm. I can only assume it’s my mom carrying me. All I really remember is the trees with the black stripes for the gypsy moths.

I also remember being late in age 2 and I go to cross the street, see a car coming, so I come back. Then when I go to cross the street, I tripped and just happened to land my knee on a sharp stone. I remember lifting my knee and it was just entirely coated in blood. (I probably could have used like one stitch. It healed fine. Still have the scar)

Then nothing much until around 4 or 5 when it starts to come together and be more coherent.

I’ve forgotten most of my childhood. I have a few flashback memories per year, but otherwise, even for 3rd/4th grade, I barely remember anything. In general, the older you get, the more you’ll forget them, but some people do have better memories than others.

I have a handful and none of them really good. My parents divorced when I was 4 so they’re at the latest from them and some definitely younger.

I still remember when I became conscious, so to speak. I was 3 years old and I was sitting on a couch in my parents living room. My mom and dad were sitting on a couch opposite to me and also watching tv. It was night and the only light was from the tv. I specifically remember the room was bare since my mom and dad just moved in but my I can see my toy box underneath the big window on the opposite side of the room from me. It was a large blue bucket. Past that, I can’t remember a whole lot other than images.

My first memory is being in a car seat driving around bawling my head off because I didn’t know anyone around me. I was probably 14 to 18 months old.

I know how it was my birth father but he was never around, he still likes to complain about it as well but doesn’t know that I remember and that I still can feel the fear I felt.