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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:12 PM
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What's your earliest memory?
I can give you the date of mine: December 20, 1988. I know that date because the memory is of looking at the kitchen calendar with my mom pointing at the twentieth and saying "That's today." The picture on the calendar was of a Christmas wreath.

How far back can you remember? :)
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Deja Q Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:15 PM
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1. Mom picking me up from day care because I was sick...
Edited on Mon Aug-28-06 08:22 PM by HypnoToad
I recall the trailer with the BIG picture of Jesus on the living room wall...

I also recall the bathroom and the ceiling light (white; rounded yellow light, and the fixture - flush to the wall - had round indentations in it.)

I recall vomiting.

I later recall the car (a gray Plymouth Horizon)

I recall feeling really sick

I recall vomiting again

:smoke:

And Jesus had nothing to do with any of it.
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:21 PM
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Puking the holy spirit, huh?
:D
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LadyoftheRabbits Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:17 PM
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2. I think I remember...
being examined for jaundice or something... really bright lights. I know I had it when I was very young.

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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:23 PM
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7. Eww...jaundice.
:(

I am, however, sure that you were very cute as a baby. :D :hug:
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LadyoftheRabbits Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:41 PM
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14. Awww...
:blush: I might have been... what do you think?
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:42 PM
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16. Yes. Very.
Not quite as cute as you are now...but oh, well. :D
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LadyoftheRabbits Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:55 PM
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21. ...
:blush:

:loveya:
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Gormy Cuss Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:17 PM
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3. I was less than 18 months old.
My parents bought the house where I grew up when I was 18 months old. When I was a teenager I asked my mother which room in the house had the Japanese motif wallpaper, and she said none of them, but later she realized it was the dining room of the apartment where they lived before they bought the house. My playpen was set up in that room. It freaked out my mother that I remembered something at that young an age.
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greatauntoftriplets Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:19 PM
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4. I remember sleeping in my crib...
and being afraid of the toy soldier decal at the foot of the bed. At the time, I was maybe 2 at the most, because I got a big bed a 2 1/2 and I remember this going on for a while.

I also remember a cousin getting married, and I was 20 months at the time. They say the Irish have long memories and I am living proof of that.

:D
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:32 PM
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11. I used to be scared of a kite that hung on the wall at the foot of my bed.
I though it had a scary face on it (it was a flower that kind of looked like it had a mustache :eyes:) I cried about it, so my parents moved it to the basement for a while. Now it's on the wall right next to me. :D
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dropkickpa Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:38 PM
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12. Oh yes we do!
Mine is when I was about 18 months old (May of '78) and I was floating in the pool in this walker type contraption that had styrofoam all under the tray base and my older brothers, dad, and dad's best friend were in the pool with us and my mom came out onto the patio and set down sandwiches and drinks, and yelled at my brother's to stop fighting.

I can still see it clear as day in my head. I've talked to my dad and he remembers this (and helped me date it) because it was 1 month before we moved to a house without a pool and John (his friend) had visited in May for a week.
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Redstone Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:21 PM
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5. 4 years old. My father bring home his first new car, a 1958
Chevy station wagon. Base-model, 6-cylinder, three on the tree. Would love to have one of those now, but there aren't any left.

Redstone
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Richard Steele Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:21 PM
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6. Looking through Dad's binoculars out the window at passers-by...
He had to hold them for me, as they were way too big
and heavy for my hands. Everyone we saw passing by was dressed in white.

Mom informed me that she remembered the day that happened,
and that I was about 18 months old at the time.
Everyone was in white because we were living on the Navy base,
right before Dad was discharged.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:29 PM
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8. My earliest memory.........
I was crawling down a hallway towards a door with glass panes, and one of those faceted glass doorknobs.

I tried to reach the knob, and couldn't.....

I started to cry, and someone came and picked me up..........

I didn't walk till I was about 17 months old, so this predates that .......

:shrug:
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reyd reid reed Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:30 PM
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9. I can't be absolutely sure...
I have a bunch of memories jumbled up at around the same time. Sitting on the kitchen floor with the dog, eating the German Chocolate cake my mother had baked and foolishly left on the counter. Filling the pockets of my pink-and-white checkered sundress with sand so that I could bring the sandbox inside to play with it in my room. Catching horned toads. Fighting with my brother over a Raggedy Andy and tearing off his arm. Waking up in the middle of the night (to me it was, anyway) and telling my brother that a bear was going eat him if he didn't stop crying and go to sleep (sweet li'l thing, even then).

I remember the day Kennedy was assassinated, too.

I'd just turned three.


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TK421 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:31 PM
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10. The doctor smacking me on my ass and telling my mom she better
keep an eye on this one....sweat pouring from his brow :evilgrin:
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dorktv Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:20 PM
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28. LYAR!
:D
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alarimer Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:40 PM
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13. Not sure if it's the earliest but it sure is vivid
I was taking a bath with my little sister (I was about 3, she was maybe 1) and she POOPED in the water! I tried standing on a washcloth but it didn't help. My mom never fails to remind us of this.
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:41 PM
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15. Yeah, that one would tend to stick in your mind!
:rofl:
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FedUpWithIt All Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:47 PM
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17. I remember sitting in a prehistoric car seat...
going to a sort of fair. Freaked me out because they had stuffed animals in bird (type) cages hanging over the entry. My mother says i was under two.

I also distinctly remember being carried on several occasions. Funny thing about my very early memories was my perception. Apparently, i spent a lot of time freaked out about things. Lots of those memories have frightening imagery although now i see that they were quite ordinary.
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WritingIsMyReligion Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:49 PM
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18. Age 2, so about 1993/1994.
Edited on Mon Aug-28-06 08:52 PM by WritingIsMyReligion
Two things happened at this age, as I can vaguely remember: I tore the wallpaper off when I was supposed to be napping in my crib; and I made a poster of my handprints in paint with my late grandmother.

On edit: Oh, and I remember going to a local Japanese restaurant at a very early age, but that might have been when I was a little bit older. I remember the restaurant because it had those awesome pink mint things that look like Pepto-Bismol tablets, and the young me was absolutely delighted. ;)
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:52 PM
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19. Hey, I tore the wallpaper off once when I was supposed to be napping, too!
:D
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WritingIsMyReligion Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 08:53 PM
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20. Hah! Really?
:rofl:

I stopped napping at two, and apparently this was my "big stand" against napping. Drove my mother up the wall, but there you have it! :D
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lizziegrace Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:02 PM
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22. I have two from about the same time
My twin sister and I were fighting over needle nose pliers. She let go. I still have evidence of where it got me in my right eye. All the lights and doctors and ...

I also remember the weekends my dad did his National Guard duty. He was a helicopter pilot and my mom would herd all three of us out to the front porch when she heard a helicopter fly overhead. I don't know if it was really him, but I believed it was.

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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:08 PM
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24. Needle nose pliers in the eye?!
Owwwch! x(
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lizziegrace Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:18 PM
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27. Yep
I'm glad I was too young to really remember all the awful details.
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bettyellen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:03 PM
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23. i remember trying to walk holding on to the side of a bureau
and trying to break the floor of the playpen because it was junky and i felt endangered and neglected.
and resentful enough to be bringing it up. many years later.... i know i do remember detailed stuff from when i was 2 years.
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Joe Fields Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:10 PM
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25. playing in a sandbox when I was 2.
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1monster Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 09:13 PM
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26. Rolling off the side of the middle of walless, railess staris on to
Edited on Mon Aug-28-06 09:22 PM by 1monster
a concrete floor when I was three. Riding to the hospital emergency room (I don't remember the ER) in a neighbor's car. Throwing up all over the doctor's black and white tiled floor...

The really exciting play room in the Paediatrics ward at the hospital. The white knee socks and cute little black Mary Jane shoes I wore home from the hospital. Being made to lie on the sofa ALL DAY LONG and not being allowed to go outside and play.

on edit: fixed all the the typos in the title line. (And I wasn't even drinking!)
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Oeditpus Rex Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 10:06 PM
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29. Being circumcised











:yoiks:

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LadyoftheRabbits Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 10:09 PM
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30. ...
:rofl:

:thumbsup: You make me proud.
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ZombieNixon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 10:10 PM
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31. Stop that!
Edited on Mon Aug-28-06 10:10 PM by ZombieNixon
That thread makes me twinge unpleasantly every time I look at it. Ouch. x(
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Mutley Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Aug-28-06 10:12 PM
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32. Rollin' around in the grass with my sister
across the street from our first house in VA Beach. It was before my third birthday.
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Mendocino Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 12:06 AM
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33. Not the earliest, but the most terrifying,
During an October when my parents kept watching the TV and speaking to each other in hushed tones. It was 62, the Cuban Missle crisis, I was 5.

The earliest was when I was two, at Clarks Lake, Irish Hills Michigan. We had a summer rental and still remember like it was yesterday. The little store where we bought penny candy, the wind up toys we played with, my dad taking us out in the rowboat, the frogs jumping into the water when we walked the shore. It sure was great to be a kid.
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RoyGBiv Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 12:51 AM
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34. Burning my hands ...

Tripping, falling, throwing my arms forward to catch myself, hands making contact with a radiator, intense pain, Grandpa trying to make it all better.

I was under the age of 3, but I'm not precisely sure when this happened, only that Grandpa was still there. Grandpa died in '72, in the winter, not long after this in fact.

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Broken_Hero Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 01:03 AM
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35. hmm...
it depends...I remember being afraid of the dark, and the basement at my mom/bio dads first duplex...I remember thinking there was a green slime blob monster under there...I believe I was 3, or 4. Other than that, I have a lot of memories of my 5th year(I believe)...its hard to tell at which time in my life these events took place.
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Missy Vixen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 01:05 AM
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36. I was at the Seattle World's Fair with my mom
I must have been about two.

Julie
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jobycom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 01:14 AM
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37. Hurricane Camille, August 17th, 1969. The earliest I'm sure of, anyway
I have other memories from that era, but I couldn't be sure if they were before or after Camille. I remember sitting in the living room of our house in Bay St. Louis, and knowing my parents were scared. I remember the power going out, and going to bed. I remember waking up and seeing my mother and father and grandfather framed in a dark glow in the back door, as they looked out at my grandparents' trailer behind our house.

According to Wikipedia: Camille was the strongest landfalling tropical cyclone recorded worldwide, and one of only four tropical cyclones worldwide to even reach 190 mph (sustained) winds.
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politicat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 02:22 AM
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38. Sometime in late 1976...
I remember being in the front bedroom of my grandmother's house near sunset and the room was seriously blue - the light coming in from outside was really blue and that the walls were a robin's egg color. I was wet and I think I was thinking about crying and getting someone to come change me when I had a really amazing insight that this color that was all around me was what those tall people meant when they said the word blue. It was pretty transcendent, at least in memory.

I know it had to be before I turned a year old because I toilet trained myself at about 15 months old (cloth diapers are great for toilet training kids...) and they painted that room a hideous sunny yellow (that turned green at sunset, covering up that gorgeous blue) during a long Indian summer in October or November of 1976. So it had to be before I hit 11 months.

I have another memory that's from within six months of that one of hiding under the long table and tablecloth in our second house and my mother being frantic to find me and giggling that she couldn't. There's another within a couple months of that one of taking a shower with my baby-sitter's teenage daughter (this was not uncommon; how else do you get a wiggly kid clean?) and thinking she was the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen with the water on her skin.

Then we went to England and I picked up some scary language and an accent that I still have if I get too tired.
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Omphaloskepsis Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 02:31 AM
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39. I don't know my age... (around 3 or 4)
My grandpa was escorting me into the ER to have some work done on my testicles. I was freaking the fuck out. He told me I was going home.. A lie.. I now have a huge scare on my testicles..
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5thGenDemocrat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 02:36 AM
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40. Late summer of 1959
A Sunday. Sitting on the front steps of the house on Granger Street in my underwear, looking through the pictures in the comics section of the Detroit News. I remember "1959" on the front page -- but can't tell you what the front page comic above the fold was.
John
Mom always said I had a beer with me -- but I think she was embellishing the story. Then again, maybe she wasn't.
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NMMNG Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 03:10 AM
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41. I have two very old memories
Edited on Tue Aug-29-06 03:11 AM by BuffyTheFundieSlayer
I'm not sure which one is the oldest.

One is of going to the doctor and getting a shot in my butt, after which I cried my head off for several minutes.

The other is of watching my mother change my sister's diaper. My sister was probably a little under a year old at the time which would mean I was about three.


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ccjlld Donating Member (246 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 03:35 AM
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42. Nov 25th 1963
The day of JFK's funeral. I was 22 months. I remember feeding my baby brother a full bottle of St. Joseph's Baby Asprin. I remember getting my stomach pumped (because they didn't know how much either of us had consumed) I remember being in the hospital overnight. I initially thought it was Thanksgiving because I thought I saw the parade on TV. My mother, a few years ago, told me it was JFK's funeral. Maybe that's why I always hated the taste of orange baby asprin!
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jpgray Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 03:35 AM
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43. Sadly this thread is my latest memory
:P
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Guava Jelly Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 04:05 AM
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44. I was swimming. I had a tail
I was in this race with thousands of pollywogs towards this big orb!!
I recall winning
:)
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clyrc Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:03 AM
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45. I remember my great grandfather giving me so much candy I vomited
I was close to three, and my next memory is my mom crying in the kitchen and telling me he had died.
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windlight Donating Member (337 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:05 AM
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46. 2 years, 10 months
I was at my grandma's house and i ran head first into the corner of a wall... split my head open (this was the beginning of a long childhood).. i remember going into the wall and i remember later in the car laying on my mom's lap going to the hospital telling her i was ok, and trying to blow out the fake candles hanging from the street lights (from the car) at x-mas time. i think i got 8 stitches.
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ThomCat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:10 AM
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47. Being dressed and posed
when my mom had a professional photographer come to the apartment to take pictures of me and my twin brother. We were 2 years old. I guess studios were less common and it was pretty normal for the photographers to come to your home back then. We certainly didn't have the money for anything exceptional.

We were dressed in these little striped jumpers, my grandmother was there helping to dress us and pose us.
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LaurenG Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:16 AM
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48. I was under a year old
My parents took my sister and I to the Ft. Bliss chapel one Sunday. They took us to the nursery and LEFT US there! I was truly hurt by that and so I started to cry. The nursery lady started rolling a red ball to me and that was cool but then she involved my sister in the game which I didn't like but it worked out because we played together then. :shrug:

Then my parents came and picked us up (I'm not sure this was the same Sunday but I was still too little to walk) and my dad was carrying me, he stopped at the water fountain to get a drink and then he tried to give me a drink but I started patting the water instead. He said "no no" and I thought I'd done something bad and started to cry. He was very nice to me and told me not to cry and thats all I remember
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datasuspect Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:17 AM
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49. sometime in 1972
2 years old, when we lived on cullerton street in chicago. i remember picking up a comic book and understanding the words before i "officially" knew how to read.
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NewWaveChick1981 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:49 AM
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50. My sister being born.
I was a year and a half old, and I remember it because it was Christmas Eve when she was born. Dad took me to the hospital to see my mom and my new baby sister, and I was so excited because I wanted a little sister so badly. :D Santa was at the hospital, and he asked all the kids there if they'd been good and what they wanted for Christmas. Dad said I'd been very good, and I said, "I already got my Christmas present. I got a baby sister!" Dad told all the nurses and Mom and everyone he could find what I had said. I also remember that the next morning, Santa had brought me a new tricycle and a bunch of Soakies to play with in the bathtub! :) That was the greatest Christmas ever....:P
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Puglover Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 07:51 AM
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51. I don't know the date however
I was being bathed in the kitchen sink. I must have been under 2.
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Ohio Joe Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 08:02 AM
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52. I don't know how old I was but...
It was young. I was in the living room sitting on a red kick ball and watching something on TV when I suddenly got this great idea. I ran into the kitchen where my mother was and asked her if I could have a lollipop for lunch. She smiled at me and said "If you must". Best idea I ever had :)
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DeposeTheBoyKing Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-29-06 08:09 AM
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53. Age 3, uncle's farm in Oklahoma
Being put on a horse and being scared, but being really scared after being chased by a dog!
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