Childhood memories....

[KFC911]

Another thread prompted this one. I remember a lot of stuff...going back to approximately 4 years of age...some quite vivid, some hazy....have no idea what I "can't remember" though .

You wanna know what I ate the day we moved at 4 yrs or the serial # from my Schwinn three years later?

I can't remember faces...and can't remember a name 2 minutes later though (unless I make a conscious effort...which I don't usually).

How abou you guys?

[Sooner or later]

I can't remember back to 4.

We moved into a new house when I was probably 5, more likely 6. My bedroom was a converted 1 car garage and it had a slide down one wall! I can remember the first time I saw the slide.

And I can't remember names either, Jeremiah.

[masraum]

Originally Posted by KC911

Another thread prompted this one. I remember a lot of stuff...going back to approximately 4 years of age...some quite vivid, some hazy....have no idea what I "can't remember" though .

You wanna know what I ate the day we moved at 4 yrs or the serial # from my Schwinn three years later?

I can't remember faces...and can't remember a name 2 minutes later though (unless I make a conscious effort...which I don't usually).

How abou you guys?

That sounds a lot like me. I've got memories going back to when I was 4. I can't really say when they start exactly, but it's around there. They are mostly like very small snapshots or maybe a few seconds of fuzzy video or sometimes just vague recollections.

I've always had a pretty good memory (especially for numbers, facts, details) and that hasn't changed. Right, when I meet someone, I guess I'm too busy looking at them to remember their name, so I remember their face, but not their name. The second time that I meet them, I add the name to the face.

[Jolly Amaranto]

When I was 3 years and a few months old, my dad and uncle went deer hunting in Northern Wisconsin. They each brought home a good sized buck and hung them up by the antlers in the garage. They made me stand next to them to have a snap shot taken. I remember being terrified but the photo, that I still have, shows me smiling. Now, whenever I smell the musky odor of a freshly dressed deer carcass, I flash back to that moment. My brothers and I have always, going way back, had a good time playing "remember when". I think this has a lot to do with refreshing old memories over the years. I am sure some of them get embellished over time but many are only preserved a mental snap shots.

[rusnak]

We took a road trip across the USA when I was 6. It changed my life. I remember being 4 and saying to my mom "I can't wait till I'm 5", because of "Big 5 Sporting Goods". I remember the smell of new sneakers. Oshman's Sporting Goods being stuffed full of new cleats and shin pads at the start of soccer season. My earliest memory was living at the farm house when I was 3 and laying in the sand box, staring up at the roof of the covered sand box. I remember the tan Pontiac station wagon that we had.

[onewhippedpuppy]

I have a few from that age, mostly stuff I did with my grandfather. Some are pretty vivid, like going flying in his Bonanza. Those are good ones.

[ckelly78z]

I must have been 3 years old when my Dad, and I took his 1966 Red Chevelle to a friends garage to look at his new race car. It was also a red 66 Chevelle but had 1/2 the motor sticking out of the hood (roots supercharger). He asked me if I wanted to hear it run, I must have said yes, because he started up a blown big block inside of his shop. Needless to say, that was the beginning of my love affair with cars.

[A930Rocket]

I can’t remember what I had for breakfast...😂

[Noah930]

Funny, but I've always thought that our memories go back to about when we were 4. Hard to recall much before that--pre-aged 4 is just comprised of a few fuzzy memories for most of us.

I thought that especially amazing while raising our kids. Here we spend so much time and effort to give them happy childhoods, but most moments from the toddler years will be forgotten. They may remember early childhood things when we ask them about them at age 6 for example, but they won't remember these same things 10 years later.

[RKDinOKC]

Have flash memories from before i was 2. Taking a trip with mom, dad, and grandma when 1st neice was born two days before my 2nd birthday. And moving to a new house right after we got back.

Also remember riding my tricycle in the driveway of that new house when I was 3, seeing a huge brownish black bird fly across the opposite end of the block, ran into the house and refused to go outside by myself for 2 weeks. That end of the block our street ends with a street going across to make a T. The big brownish bird made one slow flap of it's huge wings as it went across the end of our street. There were telephone lines and a car parked across the end of the street. It was about 15 ft above the phone lines and as long as the car parked under them. I am convinced it was big enough to catch, cart off, and eat me.

After a couple of days the marine recruiter that lived across the street tried to convince me his son shot it with a bb gun, and they buried it in a grave that was the size of a trash can lid, they had a trash can lid on the grave with a brick on top so it couldn't get out. Told them the bird as long as a car from nose to tail and would not fit in the grave, and there was no way a bb gun would kill it. And ran back to our house.

Nobody believed me, and I never saw one again. Later learned about thunderbirds and that is the closest description I've read or heard about.

[Evans, Marv]

I have lots of snippets of memories ranging to sometime quite a lot less than two. My first memory (I think) was my mother holding me at a small, local fair of some sort in the early forties. I remember kids in small vehicle like things on rails going around. They were powered by the kids cranking with their arms. The area was illuminated by a string of fairly dim incandescent light bulbs. My mother said, "There's your cousin. Wave to your cousin."

[rusnak]

My mom tells me that I didn't make a single sound at all until I was past 2 years old. No baby babble, no trying to talk, nothing. Then suddenly I began to talk in complete sentences, like "I would like some milk". They were totally shocked. Mom has a scrapbook on each of her kids up through around 12 years old, and from mine I remember stuff as early as 1~2 years old, such as our little black Scottish Terrier named Blackie. I remember being traumatized when they abandoned Blackie in the country because my little sister was terrified of him. I remember watching him through the rear screen door of the camper, running after the truck. That memory is still clear as day to me as an adult. I was 2. Poor Blackie could not keep up with the truck as he ran after us. It's really weird to find out how young you were.

[Evans, Marv]

We had a dog named "Ring" when I was maybe two. My dad had to shoot him because he attacked the pigs and wouldn't stop. I remember riding on a horse drawn wagon with my mother and some others and saw his body laying next to a shed. I asked about it, & my mother said they had to cut off his head to send it in to see if he had rabies.

[Jon B]

I remember playing outside in the snow. On my sled.

[KFC911]

My earliest recollection is just a "snapshot"...of being in my great-grandmother's old two story house and then when she died, the flowers, lights, etc. at my grandfather's house. I remember Granny....she was born in 1860, died in 1962....so I was 2ish.

So who else knew someone who lived through the Civil War ?

[IROC]

I had my tonsils removed when I was 2 and remember a lot of that experience. I remember quite a bit from 3-4 and on. Our phone number when we lived in Kansas City, MO in 1970? Easy: 436-7775. 😉

[Bob Kontak]

Originally Posted by IROC

Our phone number when we lived in Kansas City, MO in 1970? Easy: 436-7775. 😉

Oxford 3 5625 was ours.

About three in Toledo at our trailer park went outside with my Dad's lunch pail to go to work. Squished a couple of ants for lunch and put them in the box. Climbed into the 56 Chevy, cranked the ignition and lurched that bad boy right into the furnace oil tank.

I only remember putting the ants in the lunch box and turning the ignition like Dad.

[Crowbob]

I remember playing with the kitchen faucet while mom gave me a bath in the sink. I remember the scene looking out the window over that sink. I also remember being carried by my mom up the stairs to the attic every time I experience that woody/musty aroma. In that attic I remember playing with a stamp set and ink pad with individual numbers and letters. Going by family history I was less than 1 year old.

The next thing I remember was falling in love with Ali McGraw when I was 15.

[GH85Carrera]

My earliest memory, I was (4 1/2) is our family loaded on a C-54, seated facing the tail of the airplane flying to the Hawaiian territories. Unpressurized, flying at 6,000 feet and nothing to look at but waves or open ocean. At one point I remember asking my mom is this were live now? It is a 12 hour flight in a C-54 and it was a lifetime for a little kid. Mom was dress up in a long dress, gloves, hat, ready for a dinner out look. Dad was in uniform of course.
I do remember as we pulled up at the airport and unloading onto the concrete ramp the hula girls were there to greet everyone with leis. So I got laid before I was 5!

I also remember the big party and celebration all over the island as Hawaii became a state.

[mjohnson]

My dad worked at Oliver Manufacturing (wood, not tractors) and the basement of that 1890's place was full of the castings for bandsaws.

Looked like dinosaurs to this 5yo. Freaked me out...

40 years later I still love the smell of a machine shop!