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 #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 #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 #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.
My Earliest Memory #212
I have two earliest memories, both from when I was about three or four.
I was in kindergarten.
A kid who lived next door to me – and was a year older – was playing with other kids of her age.
I thought of her as my best friend so I felt jealous and spied on them from under a door.
Another kid from our building, same age as me, was trying to get me to play with her instead, but I ignored her.
Poor girl.
The second one: walking home from kindergarten with my father.
We were on top of a small slope when we saw a rainbow over our house.
Father explained to me what a rainbow is.
Submitted by Pinja Valdinia.
My Earliest Memory #211
I really can’t remember how old I was… young enough to get away with trouble and old enough to realise that my sister and I would be a pretty great team for the rest of my life.
We were living in Germany and my sister and I shared a room which had a stable door.
The room was a tip and having been told to ‘put our skates on and get cleaning’, my father appeared half an hour later to find us rollerskating around the piles of clothes and teddies on the floor.
I miss those moments.
Submitted by Zara de Haldevang. You can follow her on Twitter here: @ZeedeH
My Earliest Memory #210
A visit to the sweet shop after school, aged 7.
Jars and jars of colourful sweets and chews.
Then they cost about 1p [pence] each.
I had 10p to spend.
I can still remember the sound of bonbons hitting the metal scale as a quarter pound was weighed.
Submitted by Neil Daniels.
My Earliest Memory #209
The sounds from Dad mowing the lawns.
Just the smell of fresh cut grass brings that memory back.
I was maybe five. Or six.
Submitted anonymously.
