My Earliest Memory #226
Searing pain in my hand.
My right one.
I’d grabbed hold of the poker that was used to tend the open fire in the house I grew up in.
My Dad had turned his back for a second, and I hadn’t until that point been able to crawl.
There is a faint scar, although that could be my imagination.
When I look at it, I can feel the hotness all over again.
The mind playing tricks, I suppose.
Submitted by Julie.
My Earliest Memory #225
Sitting on my father’s lap and looking up at him.
It was before I was even 10 months old because that’s when he left.
Never saw his face again till I stumbled upon a photo that was hidden away.
I was immediately able to identify him due to my first memory.
I am 21 years old now.
Submitted by Sheila, a fashion design major. Follow her Tumblr, C’est la vie
My Earliest Memory #224
People singing songs around a piano, not sure when but probably Christmas.
I know I was young, but can not place age exactly.
Let’s say about five years old.
Memory is difficult to place with accuracy.
I do recall being happy.
Submitted by Jane S.
My Earliest Memory #223
It’s in a big grey room.
My mother was holding me.
She handed me to some people dressed in white.
They carried me across the room and put me down on a high long table that was soft with thin legs.
She seemed to be far in the distance.
They tried to grab my wrists and ankles.
I struggled and kicked with my arms and legs to evade them, thinking it was worthwhile, but they were very determined.
Their persistence was strange to me.
They got hold of my ankles first, but were not satisfied with this and kept trying to get my wrists until they’d pinned me down.
At some point I started to cry, just out of irritation really.
It wasn’t frightening, just annoying.
Turns out I was 6 months old, and having blood taken in a hospital. I always assumed as a young child that the veins in my wrists had been put there by these people.
I knew they had done something, although I don’t remember any pain.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #222
At home.
Walking my bicycle out of the garage.
Stabilizers and all.
Submitted by Steve Dunn, a designer/developer with a burning interest in thought patterns and behaviours. He has a site: Steve Dunn UK and you can follow him on Twitter here: @SteveDunnUK
My Earliest Memory #221
Seeing my Dad punch my Mum.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #219
I was about 6.
Kicking my little sister because she stole my toy train.
She must have been about 2 years old.
I’ve apologised so many times, but even now - we’re talking 25 years on - I still feel guilty.
She can’t even remember it happening.
Submitted by Neil F.
My Earliest Memory #218
When I was three, I shit my pants and then sat on a wooden chair.
I remember the way it felt flattening out like a pancake.
Disgusting, but true!
Submitted by Aaron Gosch. He has a Tumblr: Son of Baconator
My Earliest Memory #217
Just an infant.
Being carried to a bassinet.
A woman placing me down next to a window.
The vague visions of the ceiling while being cradled in her arms.
And the earliest craving I can recall of warmth and protection
feeling of detachment.
She did not cover me and I cried.
No one came, to teach me.
I slept.
Submitted by Jennifer Michelle.
My Earliest Memory #216
My baptism.
12 weeks old.
Two ‘snapshot’ memories.
My head turned and I focused on the white, hour glass font; very fuzzy.
I was held farther from it.
The sound in my ears like ocean.
Next one from above the font.
Head turn and I focused on the round top of the font.
That image is much sharper.
I’m 62 now.
Submitted by Pat Knobloch.
