Now that's a good memory!
I was at coffee with my friends today and the subject came up about how far back you can remember into your childhood. Everyone had an answer that went back to at least 3-4 years old. When it came to my turn to explore my memory bank I told them I can remember way farther back then that. Of course the doubters asked OK, just how far smart a$$?
I said "I can remember going to the prom with my dad -- and coming home with my mother" !!!
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Now that's a good memory!
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Being in a crib in an attic bedroom with dormer windows in my grandparents home. Then tumbling down the stair to the first floor in diapers. 1 1/2 - 2 years old. Tumbling accident verified by my mother and grandmother. Later on walking around the the foundation of my grandparents new home being built at the same time next door which was finished by age 2.
I can remember vividly the interior of my mothers 1949 Hudson car,I can remember holding myself up on the pull cord on the back of the front seat,seeing my father back and forth with the steering wheel,the color of the stripped seats,and being parked in front of the back door of our farm.I remember sitting on the back porch at that farm,and the sun shining through the leaded glass windows and looking like a rainbow on the walls.They tore the house down to make room for the Interstate highway,and auctioned the whole farm out including the Hudson in April 1957,I was born December 1955,so those memories I was at most 2 years 3 months
My memory goes all the way back to my mother changing my diaper on an ironing board. My first oldest recalled memory tends to frighten people so I'll keep that one to myself for now.
My first memory is sitting in a high chair with a Swanson's hamburger TV dinner in front of me with french fries and a brownie. I was probably only 2 years old at the time. Strange thing is I didn't like hamburgers until I was about 12 years old.
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On the porch of a one bedroom house in San Gabriel Ca. ........Cold, windy, blue sky with huge scattered cumulus clouds. Vast fields of tall green grass blowing in that wind and huge tree lines separating the terrain It was a wilderness I wanted to explore. Will always remember that, the excitement, anticipation of exploring that vastness. ..............Years later I was told it was a couple of acres, a big field behind some industrial buildings. ...............No, it was my frontier, the wilderness. Excitement and adventure awaited me. It will always be that.
I was 3 yo. I remembered Daddy building a snowman in our front yard during a rare Alabama snow and my black Chihuahua "Bullet" running around it and barking at it. I asked Momma about 20 years later if it happened and she said yes.
1954 San Jucinto earthquake. I was 3 years, 10 months, in a crib that rolled across the bedroom floor; in Sunland California, near Los Angeles