How far back can you remember things?

I remember the Christmas before I started school so maybe 4 years old my mom had a piano that she loved to play she sold it so she could buy us Christmas presents dad worked enough for food and stuff but she had lost her job.

I remember being around 3 and finding a bottle of nail polish someone had thrown in the trash.  I painted my toenails, but unfortunately I didn't bother to take my new white shoes off first.  Mom was not happy.

Joyce

 My earliest memory is at the age of 3 its not a good memory. My oldest nephew who is gonna be 9 next month he remembers me rocking him to sleep all the time and singing him rock a by baby he was just a baby

lol. I also ask him what did I sign to you as a baby and he still says it lol I also call him honeybee it's what I called him since he was born, I'm gonna hate the day he tells me to stop calling him that. My sister had nicknames for him and he told her mom don't call me that anymore.

So on mother's day I got ahold of him wow he was heavy and got him in my arms like a baby and sang to him and rocked him, he got embarrassed but I enjoyed it lol 

I remember being a little tike and getting a bath in the kitchen sink...LOL.   I don't know how old I was, but it was before the age of 3...had to have been.  By then, I was big enough for the actual tub. 

Two more funny ones I remember:

Not real sure of the age but four or younger because of the house we were living in.  I was very angry at my mom for some reason (that I learned later) and was pouting.  I had gone into my room and crawled under my bed.  Well, mom was cleaning the house and at that point was vacuumming.  She got to my room, didn't know I was under the bed and hit me with the vacuum.  Of course that made me angrier so I crawled into my closet and laid on top of her pile of shoes.  It was a bad day.  Turns out the reason I was so obstinate was because she AND my dad had asked me to clean my room and I repeatidly told them no.  They "took turns beating you until you stormed off and hid."  I don't remember the spanking at all, just the aftermath.  And I always had a neat, clean room from that point on 

This one isn't quite as clear but I think I was about four.  My mom had taken my sister over to one of her little girlfriend's house to spend the night and I tagged along.  While mom was talking to the girl's mom, I had snuck into her room to check out her stuff.  On her dresser was a small tin box with a hinged lid that I proceeded to open.  Inside was a candy necklance - score!  Except it had sat there so long (and she had probably started to eat it so it was wet when she put it in there) that it was rusted to the bottom.  And I didn't figure that out until it was too late.  Ick.

I must have been pretty young, I would suspect younger than 3.  I remember my mom wearing me around in the kitchen while she was cooking.  I remember the lighting and everything.  That is a big reason why I always wanted to wear my baby, before I even know about all of the benefits of babywearing.  It is a very happy memory for me.

 My earliest memories are of surroundings.  I remember a very blue pool in someone's backyard with fake swans.  I remember the long red(possibly velvet) drapes in our house in Mission.  I remember the carport on my uncles house in Mission.  I was probably around 2.  But I don't remember any events until a bit later...maybe 4?

My mom has the ealiest memories of anyone I ever met.  She remembers when someone died and her mom crying.  She remembers trying to get to her, but the only way she could get to her was to climb up on someone across the room, and hold onto the table all the way across.  She remembers thinking that if she fell she would have to crawl all the way back to the beginning.  Apparently she never thought of crawling all the way to her mom but whatever, she was under a year old, what can you expect?  

She has an foggier ealier memory too.  Something to do with going visiting with her mom to her aunts house and her aunt making a big fuss about putting a blanket down for the "Baby"(my mom) to sit on, and that her aunts house was always meticulous so she couldn't understand why.

 I have a SUPER early memory - I have no idea how old I was or if it was before mum left or not.... I remember being in our lounge with soft music playing and my sister cuddling me and swaying gently back and forth.  Then I heard the front door and Dads voice and knew he had just come home from work.  I heard my sister say "Hold her like this, she really likes it" so my dad tried it and I remember crying and he said "I thought you said she liked it?" and my sis said (sounding unsure) "Well she liked it a minute ago". 

I knew that they both thought I'd liked the music and the way I was being held, but what I was really enjoying was the smell of my sisters perfume and the feel of her jumper which was a very soft and slightly fluffy material.  It was either lilac or pink I think.  But when dad tried it, he took his shirt off (because it was covered in stuff from work) and being held by a man who smelled of oil and sweat and wasn't wearing a shirt was very different and not near as nice! 

I remember I loved dad loads even then and I normally liked him holding me.  But i didn't have the words to explain it to them and I remember feeling disappointed because my sister didn't pick me up and carry on holding me like that.  I have told my sister about this memory and she doesn't remember it.  No one has ever told me about it.  It's something I remember, quite vividly in some ways - the smell and feel of the jumper and the sound of voices and how I felt, but I'm less sure of exact words or colours or what people were wearing.

 All of my memories are very bad, hurtful memories.  I remember when I was 5.  That was the worst year of my life.  I know at that age, things are supposed to be good and happy but not for me.  I remember my parents were getting a divorce and my dad was so miserable, he tried to kill himself and guess who happened to walk in the house and find him..  That's right.  Me.  After that, I was staying the night with my Mawmaw and Pawpaw cause our power had went out during a terrible snow storm, and my uncle molested me that night.  I will never forget that age.  It sucked for me.

I remember back as early as 1 when we lived in the city, though only very fragmented memories that aren't really clear mostly of dogs(pitbulls and a scruffy little terrier) and animals(rabbits, hamster, kittens). Before 2 I have a lot of memories of the house we lived in in a very small town - my dad setting off half a stick of dynomite on the 4th of july and getting hit with clods of dirt(would have been 1990), going to a religious nursery school, the morning my mom woke up and we looked out the window to find her dog(a pitbull) had been taken and put to sleep by my dad and my mom crying. I remember picking up a stray cat and learning why it's not a good idea to pick up cats that weren't ours(scratched and bit the heck outta me), I remember falling down the steps and into the gravel driveway and cracking my head/breaking my front teeth. I remember my dad carrying me across the yard and tying me to a clothes pole up to my knees in a big mudhole he'd dug/made(apparently I was prissy?) I screamed like a banshee and as the story goes(I don't remember that part) it was sunday and church had just let out, being a small town everyone walked to church - right past our house where I was trussed up like a little heathen and my mom gave my dad heck about that and made him untie me... we moved shortly after that.

My oldest memory is of being spanked after drawing all over the staircase wall in my parents house with a crayon. I remember that it was a maroon/pink color crayon and that my Dad sat on the stairs to spank me. That is one of the only times I was ever spanked in my whole life, and apparently it was because I had drawn all over the same wall the day before too...  

bullymom, I'm sorry your earliest memories are so bad.  I really hope you've gotten counseling.

My earliest memory involves a picnic in the backyard of our house in Texas - I would have been just under 3yrs old.  My mom was taking pics - and I found them, so I know I'm not nuts - and my older sisters and mom went around the side of the house and left me in a woven folding chair by myself.  I tried to get out of the chair and come with them, but the chair folded in on me and I was stuck and scared.

miranadobe

bullymom, I'm sorry your earliest memories are so bad.  I really hope you've gotten counseling.

I got help with dealing with my parent's divorce but as far as my uncle goes.  Nothing.  I just had to deal with it on my own, as best I could.  That uncle still lives right near Mawmaw and I see him often but I will never forgive him and I dare him to even look at me the wrong way.

Now what was the question again, lol!   There are little bits of things I remember....cant say how old I was but most of what I remember were little insignificant things,

I remember being at my Grandma's (Dad's Mom)  they had a garage apt behind the house.  I dont know why we were there or how old I was but I remember my Mom teaching me to play Jacks.  There was a tall steep set of stairs we were at the top of the stairs - no rails-  I remeber being afraid that I was going to fall but not wanting to leave because Mom was showing me all the different Ball and Jack moves and I was amazed that she could do that.  It was way before I went to school, I do know that.  I still have dreams....or nightmares of falling down very steep stairs, lol!