While we wait for the new QOTW

What's is your earliest memory?

Mine is my little sister being born, less because of her and more because I got my first ever chocolate advent calendar!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:05, 21 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Watching my dad play cricket
or eating a Kit Kat for lunch every day at playschool, and making things out of the tin foil.

Would've been 3 or 4.

This would be a shit QOTW!
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:08, Reply)

When I was 3 or 4
I witnessed my Mum being murdered. Two men in black suits forced their way into our house, threatened my mum and when she didn't give them what they wanted they shot her. I was quivering in fear behind the sofa praying that they wouldn't see me.

Fortunately it was just a dream!
( Captain V, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:13, Reply)

PLEASE - no 1GB 333mhz Jokes
ok
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:30, Reply)

Mine is also my sister being born
Except for me it was a chocolate digestive rather than an advent calendar.

Don't remember the hospital, don't remember looking at my newborn sister, but that biscuit is imprinted on my memory.
(Concrete Cow, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:30, Reply)

I remember crawling about on all 4's
Nothing exciting really happened.

My life has gone downhill from there....
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:36, Reply)

waking up with a hangover
Fortunately, there was Nurofen + in the drawer so *PHEW*.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:45, Reply)

Flying
when we moved from madrid to sussex. I was only about 18 months old, but I can distinctly remember looking at the safety instructions.

Can't remember anything after that till my fourth birthday, though.
( DarkSon a time and date will follow this username on, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:54, Reply)

Sitting on the top deck of a bus
while my Mum sat downstars. I suspect that I may have wanted to sit upstairs while she didn't, so she said "well, go and sit on your own then". I was scared that she'd forget me and get off without me, so I kept calling out to check she was there.

I was probably about 2 and half.
(ragged, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:00, Reply)

Getting a place at playschool
Due to the fact I had immaginary friends.

Not a lot has changed really.
(Herr Doktor Lemminge Is bored, so cheer me up!, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:12, Reply)

being stung
by european wasps when I was 3 - I had over thirty stings.

It hurt. :(
(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:14, Reply)

Sitting in the garden
happily eating dasies.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:32, Reply)

Sitting on my grandads knee
and being told not to stroke the dog in case he bit me (he was chewing a bone - the dog, not my grandad).

He died the day after my 2nd birthday so I must have been a tiny spikeypickle at the time.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:34, Reply)

Standing in a large bowl being bathed by my step-dad, (not current step-dad)
Hey! it was the late sixties and we were poor.
( girlinthehole, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 13:24, Reply)

@Son of Sam I Am
This doesn't look so bad now compared to the real one, does it?

My earliest memory is standing on the top of a climbing frame at playschool pretending to be Batman.

What I don't remember is having the stitches in my head very soon after.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 14:05, Reply)

Indeed, I retract my previous comment!
The new QOTW is fucking shit.
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 14:09, Reply)

@ Sam

I wondered if you'd change your tune!


Does anyone have trouble distinguishing between real memories and false memories created from photos and videos?
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 15:01, Reply)

Gasping for air...
I was positively gasping after some inconsiderate person tried to crush my skull and then strangle me while pulling at my legs. I got back at him by shitting in his hands.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 15:18, Reply)

free at last!
climbing carefully out of my crib for the first time at *about* a year and a half old (remember that my thoughts were not really linguistic at the time, but the age is a guess). gripping the rail, pulling myself up, swinging one leg and then the other over the bars, and lowering myself down to a hardwood floor, bursting through my bedroom door and running down the hall, shouting.

don't think I've changed much, though I have learned to speak.
( cackers, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 15:21, Reply)

Heavy stuff...
...my earliest memory was playing with a boy I thought was my younger brother. Then he disappeared. I asked my parents about it when I was older and was always told that I must have imagined as I had no brothers. I always felt it had actually happened and always felt that something was missing - dreamed about him for bloody years.
I recently found out that my parents had adopted my illegitimate cousin and that they had him put into care when he was about 2 (I would have about 3) as he was "too much of a handful".
Turns out he's had a shit life - drugs, prison and now very mentally ill.
I still miss him though...
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 17:33, Reply)

@emadex
That is heavy!

As for me, I remember swinging around on a strip-light suspended from the ceiling by two wires, letting go and landing on my dad (who was lying down at the time. I think I may have recently turned two at the time.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 22:20, Reply)

in hospital
getting a slice of raw carrot removed from my nostril, WHICH I FUCKING PUT THERE.

Kids eh.
(knackerz is skinning up, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 23:15, Reply)