Your Earliest Memory

I actually lost track of what my earliest memory is...

One of them has certainly got to be when I spilt chocolate milk all down my clothes as a baby. I was having breakfast with my babysitter and in the green Mickey Mouse cup that was left on the table after we cleared up was some chocolate milk. I had a thought to drink out of the other side of the cup, so I poured it all down my PJs D:
 
Had to rack my brains there for a bit. :rage:

I think the earliest I can remember is the gate of my preschool. I remember the pillar was of red brick and the bars were black and it had a flowery design. Only the left side of that gate was open. I'm sure I had a blue backpack with me. I think I was around five years old then. I think I was in pigtails, but then again, I was always in pigtails.
 
My earliest memory is from when Iw as three years old. My parents were making Spaghetti Bolognese and I was on the pavement outside our front yard on my bike. I remember the smell of the Mince meat being seared, even from that distance. The side door (that led to our kitchen) was open and my dad was shouting at me to not go so far away from the house where they couldn't see me. I eventually did however, as soon as he turned his back, and not more than two minutes after I did, did I end up falling off my bike and skinning my knees. That'll teach me not to listen :monster:
 
My earliest memory was when I was stuck between my little racecar bed and the wall. I was screaming for 2 hours, and my parents looked everywhere. I was STUCK! They thought I had fallen out of my window, down two stories, then rolled down the hill onto the busy road below. Not quite ;)
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I'm not longer so clear which memory is earlier, but if I choose the one dearest to me, it'll be when I was around 6 or younger. I used to live in my grandfather's place before it was sold, and yeah, I still remember rather clearly how the house was laid out. There is a window by the bed, at the furthest right from the view of the door into the room. This window looked down at the lower level, where my kindergarten was.

Now, my grandfather lived in a flat. Two master bedrooms, one kitchen and one living room. The house's laid out such that the living room connects to the two bedrooms, and the kitchen. One of the master bedrooms was used by my grandparents. It always seemed rather dark, but warm. From outside, the color always looks to be rather purplish. Inside, there's one small toilet, with no toilet bowl at the time. The toilet itself seems rather yellowed with age, I presume.

Opposite this master bedroom, is another one, which used to be used by my uncle's family. My parents both worked full time, so I lived with my grandparents... And my uncle's family. Not that it's a bad thing. Unlike my grandparents' room, my uncle's room is actually brighter, probably because there's a window facing out to the corridor. Opposite his bed, is his wedding photo, and directly on the left side of the door is a large wardrobe.

Now, the living room. The door is right beside the wall that separates my uncle's master bedroom from the living room. From that perspective, the first thing you'd see would be the sofa aligned parallel to the wall. Even now, I can still vaguely recall how it felt like to sit on that sofa. I was small then, and that sofa could probably be a bed. It was very comfortable, but I forgot the exact color. Now, to the left of the door, if you were to peek in, you'll see first, a shelf to hold the shoes, then if you look on, it would be a rather old television set. It's placed on some shelf of sorts, with a glass panel to hold the device, whatever you call it, that plays those old tapes. It will later be used to hold a Playstation, but that's a few years later.

Opposite the sofa, if I recall, is yet another sofa. I remember playing on that one before. Further down, beside the sofa opposite the one parallel to the wall, there's this long row of shelves with those type of glass doors, or whatever it's called. These shelves were used to hold something, and I forgot what. I only remember that the radio used to be in there, and it also held some slips of paper that my grandfather used to bet with. Here in Singapore, there's this particularly popular lottery called '4D'- which really, translates into 4 Digits. You simply pick 4 digits of you choice, shade that on the piece of paper, give it, pay a bit of cash, and stand to win cash. Obviously, the chances of winning are low, but well, my grandfather seems to enjoy betting, and it probably didn't cost him too much :\

He's not much of a compulsive gambler anyway, so it wasn't a problem. Opposite this shelf, would be the master bedrooms, with a small squarish space to lead into those two rooms. Well, opposite the shelf, there's also this really unique chair.

It's the type that, the moment I see it, I'll immediately think of my grandfather. Well, and it's going to be hard to describe it in words. Now, imagine those 'chairs', if you can call it that way, that they usually place around swimming pools? The ones that people lie down on to suntan? Yeah, imagine that shape, and imagine it to be only some amount of metal moulded into the outline of that shape. Then, imagine a lot of rope tied around from one end to the other, each one horizontal and parallel to the next, such that there's little gaps in between. Yeah. Something like that. It's multi colored, with the specific colors, red, blue and yellow. I don't recall any other colors, but these were the outstanding ones.

My grandfather loves to lie on it and take a nap. It's always heartwarming for me to see him lying there, with his bulging beer belly. It's really bulging, you know, such that it almost seems like he's pregnant. Of course, though, he's not.

Now, the space between that chair and the shelf is the entrance to the kitchen. Looking into the kitchen from the living room, the right side of the kitchen holds a table and some chairs. Food can be eaten there, of course, though we rarely ever do that. The children, that's me and my cousin, always took the food out into the living room to eat. On the left side of the kitchen, that's where the utensils and cutlery are all kept. I remember clearly there was also plasters kept somewhere there.

Well, I remember that because I cut myself once before. My finger bled so badly that today, I have a scar to remember that little incident. I forget what I cut myself with, but I remember it FREAKING HURT. Man. It didn't help the plaster made things worse when it stuck to my wound. Great. Sweet. Ouch.

At the end of the kitchen, it'll be the sink, and oh, I could really vividly remember how it looks like standing from the opposite end looking at that sink. Right. I miss it a lot now. Opposite the sink, would be the toilet. Outside the toilet itself, there's another sink, amusingly. Beside this sink, there'd be a fish tank, where my grandfather rears goldfish.

Unfortunately for those poor creatures, whenever we went on a trip somewhere, we always forgot to feed it or get someone to take care of it. I don't want to know how many times we accidentally killed those fishes, but well, after some time, my grandfather decided not to rear them anymore.

Well, that's probably the earliest memory.

Another one would probably be my leisurely walks with my grandfather. When my younger cousin is asleep, he'd always bring me out for walks. I'd always look forward to these walks, because well, that's the most fun thing to do. We didn't have any electronic gadgets yet, and anyway, I'd be too young to know how to play them. He'd just bring me to walk around the streets below our flat.

It's not a long walk, but the noise of the street seems rather soothing to me sometimes. Compared to the silence of home. Then again, when I was younger, my hearing aid was rather primitive. It's a blessing to already have it, that much is certain, but still bad. Perhaps that's why I like noise? It shows me I can hear something. Maybe that's why I always scream when I'm angry? I can't hear myself much.

And I'd always remember how he used to punish me when I was overly mischievous. I think it's the exemplary example of punishments. Simply, ignorance. They say, ignorance is bliss. I'm pretty sure he wasn't blissful when he ignored me. He always sat at the table in the kitchen, just plainly ignoring me while I literally cried out loud, then going to him to try and beg for his attention.

It's better than the canings by my father, when I was older, which I remember with much hatred. It created a sort of animosity that I still have against my father. I can't really be so open to my father as compared to my mother. It doesn't help that I'm more biased towards him today too :\ Funny.

Then again, my mother have never hit me before. Maybe that's why I like her more? Well, well, then again at that point, she quit her job to take care of me full time. I can't help but grow to like her more than my father.

I thought about it before. If I were to leave home one day, for whatever reason, to whom would I go? The answer was instantaneous, I'd go to my grandfather. Sadly, he's already gone. Life's really unfair sometimes, it doesn't take away those who live long enough all the time. Sometimes those who doesn't live long enough gets taken away. It's f-ed up, and that's what my grandfather's passing taught me.

... Guess I got carried away. Yeah... I miss my grandfather though. I miss that place. It's my earliest memory. And it'll definitely be my dearest.
 
Mine has to be when i was 3years old and i had some big yellow school bus i used to drive around. I saw a picture of me in it a few years back and my mind just went and remembered everything, was pretty strange.
 
Imnot completely sure, but I have a vague memory of being sat in a high chair and looking down at my food thinking it didn't look appealling at all, like vomit or summat. Of course I wouldnt of actually THOUGHT that, but that's what I've derived from the memory of the years and I know I wasn't impressed at having to eat the crap that was on my place
 
Probably sitting on my dad's need while he read a book and taught me how. I think I was really, really young when he did that; maybe 4 years old. I can't really recall anything before that.
 
Awwwh, earliest memories. Those are so sweet (*゜―゜). Mine are somewhat fogged, but they're still kind of there. All I remember is rolling around on my parents' bed, my crib sitting right next to it. I had my hands covering my face and would roll from one end of the bed to the other. This was at my grandparents' house - which is really quite big compared to where I live now.
 
I think I was roughly 3-years-old. I was asking my mom to get me something to drink. My brother was doing homework or some shit. And my dad was complaining about something. If you knew my father, you'd understand the humor in my earliest memory being of him bitching about something (I'm well aware that I do my fair share of whining too). The interesting thing is that while I can recall my earliest memory, there are a shit load of blank spots from my childhood. I barely remember first through sixth grade. Hmm, maybe there's a reason for the memories being kept down.
 
Hmmmmm earliest memory huh well probly when i was 3 or 4 when i went to Mcdonalds with like 20 other little kids and of course the parents lol but i remember just a whole bunch of the food and stuff and the toy i got lol but for some reason when i tell any of my family members noone remembers it and so im not even sure if this was just a dream i kinda hope not for a while ive always said thi was my oldest memory and if i somehow find out it was just a dream ill feel ike a total dummy lol XD
 
I am now 22 and can remember a number of things when i was 3.

Walking my brother to the bus stop wanting to go to school with him,
visiting my grandmother and dad in california, moving into my Price, Utah home. Some of my earliest memories
 
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