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My husband and I regularly discuss how far back we can remember. I win, he loses. He remembers playing in the snow when he was 5. I can take it back farther than that, but you just hold your horses and I'll tell you more about that later. We both remember Mister Roger's Neigborhood, which we discussed in the Break Room a couple of days ago (which, BTW, was my most commented post EVER. Let's hear it for FREDRO!). We discuss our really, really dusty memories especially after we've done something to our children we hope they forget. Nothing awful. (Put the phone down, Earl! CPS ain't needed here!) Things like...not speaking nicely to our two little boys (2 & 6) when they deserved better, throwing away the nice artwork they made and having them discover it covered in potato peelings a few hours later, etc. The husband says, "Oh, they won't remember anyway". This is when I bring up the fact that I have some early memories and that they just might! Ahhhhh!!!! AND I also JUST read this quote the other day:
"If we want to be in our children's memories tomorrow, we need to be in their lives today" - Barbara Johnson
What if today I have to hold my two-year-old down like a wrestled calf to brush his teeth, for goodness sakes?? Will he remember that?? I only love that quote up there as long as it applies to the happy memories we are making all up in this household.
So, in the spirit of making early childhood memories, we are playing "MEMORY" in the Break Room today. Instead of turning over two little cards of a ball and a bird and crying uncontrollably that we haven't found a match, we're just going to share some of our EARLIEST memories.
Here are mine:
#1: I remember playing with cash registers and being surrounded by baby beds at my daycare, so I'm thinking I was a baby. Maybe 18 monthishishishish. I was in daycare until I was 3. After that, my parents let me roam the streets alone with live grenades, Roman candles and an automatic rifle.
#2: I remember having a load in my diaper and walking through the garage. I know it was the garage because I distinctly remember being eye to eye with the top of the car tire. Or maybe it was a truck tire. I was wearing diapers. They were dirty. Cut me some slack.
#3: I remember the day my sister, Lisa, was born. I was 3 1/2, so this one isn't as impressive.
SIDENOTE: My parents are absolutely awesome and I love them with all of my heart. Just so you know, the rifle had a safety on it and I'm sure my diaper wasn't dirty for long. Maybe just a day or two.
Your turn! Your turn!
28 comments:
OK— I win this one!!! When I was in 5th grade my mom told me we were going to visit our relatives in California. She told me I wouldn't remember them because I was just a baby the only time I was there. I said— I think I remember their house and started describing this long orange carpeted hallway with a room on one end and staircase on the other. My mom said that was indeed their house, in fact— it was the hallway I learned to walk in on my first birthday. (IT'S BEEN BROUGHTEN!)
When we first moved to Alaska we were renting a house until ours was built. I was two. I vividly remember seeing a big pile 'o golden blonde hair and sewing scissors on the kitchen table... and the horror-stricken face my mom had upon discovering me.
Then there's me scooting around on my plastic ladybug scooter and pullying stuff out of the storage compartment under its wings.
And my favorite... shooing a big ol bumblebee, then promptly getting stung by said bee. I still hate bees. They're like flying death monkeys, okay???
But my VERY FIRST memory is in Genessee, Idaho... sitting at kitchen table playing with playdoh, making bottles out of it, attempting to suck milk out of pretend bottles only to be met with a very salty taste. All the while my mom is warming up my bottle on the stove. Patience was not my virtue. I was one then...
I can remember when I was just a wee little sperm and I fought and kicked my way into that little egg.
I remember having a load in my diaper too, but that was like 2 weeks ago, so not a big deal.
My earliest memory is sucking on my mom's breast? Or was it my mom? Pretty sure it was my mom. Is it weird I was 7?
I do remember my Kindergarten teacher yelling at me too. But it wasn't my fault that I stole the urinal cake and put it in a girl's backpack.
We lived on a small suburban farm until I was 4. I remember butting heads with our pet goat (that may explain a few things about me); eating onions right out of our garden, dirt and all; having my stomach pumped after eating mushrooms out in the yard somewhere; and bringing chickens to my mom and dad so they could cut the heads off, take off the feathers and gut them. We ate well that year. I remember having to hold the chickens by their feet and my arms were over my head so the chickens wouldn't drag on the ground. I don't know, maybe I was between 1 and 2 at the time. It was 1858 I think, some time before the Civil War.
Here is a blog where I have a picture of myself at that early age. It was just before I left to save the world from poison mushrooms. Or maybe I was going to go out and fight the goat. Just now sure.
NOT sure, "Just NOT sure". Dang typos.
I remember attaching myself to my mom's uterine wall and beginning the rapid pace of mitosis.
That is super impressive. I have horrible long term memory. There are things I can remember, but I don't remember any of my teacher's names, not even in high school.
I remember having interstitial cystitis and having to pee every 5-10 minutes when I was 5. It wasn't diagnose and the kindergarten teacher thought I was scamming. So she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. And I pissed my pants. I was 5, but the humiliation is... still... so.FRESH.
Other childhood highlights? My dad telling me I was an ugly baby (I may have been 6 or so), and my mom and sister playing catch with me.
When I returned from hitting the can, they kept throwing the ball to each other only, giggling, waiting to see how long it took me to catch on. That one made me sad, too.
Thanks, Kelley, I am going off to cry in my room now. (I'm 30).
I am so effing awesome I even got my own blog name wrong on my comment.
I should take a cue from those kamikaze birds right about now...
Well, geez, Lightning Bug's Butt... I remember the pain of the moment when that sperm busted its way through the egg wall. It was exquisite and so purposeful.
No, actually my earliest memories are from when I was 18 months old or so... my parents divorced right when I was 2 and the memories are from before they split. There are no pictures of this so these are not photo-induced memories. We lived in the married student housing and it was surrounded by cyclone fencing. One day they put wooden slats in the spaces, making it a solid fence that I couldn't see through. I also remember the layout of the walkways to the townhouses/apartments. I have no memories of my mom and dad together, though. That's kind of sad. You have such fun posts.
I remember looking down at my little feet, wet from the swimming pool, on the red tile floor of Seven Springs Mountain Resort in Champion, PA. I was about 2.
This comment is sponsored by Seven Springs. They've got snow!
I remember the day I spit in my dad's face because I didn't want to go to bed. That was circa late 2's to early 3's....yup, never made that mistake again ;)
I remember going to the circus and being awed by the tightrope walker. My Mum says I was two.
Five, I can only go back as far as five...
I'm your winner, but this is embarrassing! Keep in mind I had to have been like 2 or 3. So I am sitting on the floor playing with the weeble wobble treehouse set (that was THE BOMB) Lassie is playing in the background. I am having the time of my life! Except for one thing. I gotta go #2 like you wouldn't believe, BUT I can't stop playing, it's so much fun.(I'm thinking that my two older brothers are at school and this is the only time I have ALL TO MYSELF) so I do what any busy two or three year old would do. I just go right there. My Mom comes in the room and is soooooo mad -she keeps asking me WHY I didn't just go to the bathroom.... (DUH- Weeble Wobbles, Lassie, no time, Ma, no time) Yep, winnner, winner here!
I have a memory of being 3 and wearing a particular nightgown.
That's all I have. because I'm old.
I remember being in preschool and sitting in tar while wearing the brand new outfit my mother made me. I remember standing in the car on the way home (hugging the front seat) because I couldn't sit down on the white interior. I was famous for messing up outfits.
I have a memory from when I was 2 or 3...with a picture to prove it (must scan this!) - I received a baby doll for christmas. thing is, this doll was an african american doll. for a lil white girl living in an all white town, never ever having seen another ethnicity, race, color, etc. Barely even on t.v. - ours was black & white. i loved that baby doll like a fat kid loves ice cream. Ooooh, I have to find this picture. HAVE TO.
You thought you were sly watching me. Well I'm watching you watching me. What do you think about that?
p.s
turn around!
My first memory is of the dog
Take that parents
These comments are killing me!
You remember that? Amazing I say.
I think mine is about two years old. Like a previous poster, I'm walking down a long hall and my momma didn't believe me until I described what I had on. She was bamboozled!
I blogged about this a very long time ago. I remember sobbing at 3.5 years old in the back of my uncle's car when I found out my brother was born a boy and not a girl. "I want a sister, send him back!" I remember being in feety PJs, strapped into the car going to grandma's every cold morning while my mom went to her teaching job.
Our families home burned to the ground when I was 3.I was the only victim. I remember being wheeled through the emergency room with people including my mother running beside me trying to calm me down while I screamed. They were pouring what I now know to be sterile water on my burned legs but it felt like alcohol.
I remember that my mom worked nights at a diner at the time and she would sneak me in cinnamon toast to the hospital at night.
Sorry for the sad memory but I do remember that.
That is awesome! I remember a lot of random things. That might be an interesting post...
I too can remember way far back (like sitting in high chair eating Fruit Loops, back) despite having attended a liberal arts university and having listened to a lot of The Grateful Dead, which maddens my business degree husband who remembers nothing.
I distinctly remember lying in my crib but more importantly....I was sticking to the vinyl mattress. I remember having to take a nap on a summer day without a sheet. I was probably two. My mother denies this, of course.
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