LOL!!! I am very clear on the earliest thing I can remember. I've told people many times. I actually remember a dream (to me, a nightmare, though in the retelling, it is funny) I had around age 4. It could have been age 3, but I'd be pretty amazed if I was that young and remembering. In the dream, I wake in the morning, and start to walk to the kitchen to get breakfast. My dad is in there cooking. I remember he calls to me if I'd like to have a glass of milk. I say "yes" and he tells me to come get it. As I cross the living room, all the furniture comes to life and is talking to me, threatening to get me. I think I was afraid of the furniture eating me. I dive under the coffee table (that was not "alive") and call out to my dad for help. He never comes from the kitchen - but instead keeps repeating "Come get your milk! Here it is! Are you coming?" He never does anything, just keeps telling me to come for the milk - LOL! I'm calling out for him to save me. Thanks Dad!
HAHA! So, my first memory is really a dream. Interesting!
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Riding with my sister in the back of our station wagon, going up a dirt road to our house in NY and going "aaahhh" to make the noise so your voice vibrates over a bumpy road. We have forever referred to that house as "the old bumpity house" because of the road leading up to it! I was about 3.
ReplyDeleteI have a memory from before I turned 2 of walking along the bricks near our koi pond holding the hand of my grandfather's wife.
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