I was about 2.5 or three and my family was moving into our new house. It was two story. The stairs were definately my favorite part of the house. I was soooo excited I kept going UP the stairs...and DOWN the stairs...and UP the stairs...and DOWN the stairs.

Yup, you guessed it. I tripped. My grandfather caught me in a box mid-tumble, halfway down the stairs.

The stairs weren't my favorite part of the house after that.

I was three years old and put my hand on the pretty red burner on the stove!

My long term memory is great but short term...short circuits!

I'm with you Janie!

I can remember from 4-20 years old, but ask me what I had for dinner last night......and I'm lost!

Ouch!!!

ok, that one spawned an old memory. I was ~ 3 when I just had to put my hand on the incinerator. And no, butter does NOT stop the burning...

I remember lots of wierd stuff - walking down the street unscrewing people's x-mas lite bulbs and throwing them down on the sidewalk to hear them "pop", kissing Sheila Moore on the cheek and running away fast, etc.

Strange. It's like I'm looking in on a little boy than actually remembering the events...

Tom

Interesting topic!!
I clearly remember my mom lying on the sofa and I couldn't lay down with her. She had just returned from the hospital after having abdominal surgery. I was 18 months old.
I don't remember her being away [we lived with my grandmother so I guess she kept me entertained] but remember Mom lying on the sofa when she came home.
Later on we were talking about it and Mom doubted I could have remembered this, until I told her exactly what she was wearing, which quilt was covering her etc.
My DH can top this....he remembers going on the 'potty' at 11 months of age!!
I find it interesting what people do remember and how young they were.
Have to ask my kids what their first 'memory' is.

That is what is bizarre. We can remember stuff from so long ago, but can't remember what we walked into the next room to get... or which room we were headed for!

Thanks!

My first memories are not good...to personal to share. But I did see a picture of me recently, sitting on Santa's lap. I must have been about 2...those memories came flooding back, remembering how shy I was to approach Santa. Thankfully, I now have a good 'first' memory.

I don't know how old I was but I remember asking my mom not to wash the flannel pajamas my grandmom had made me because then they wouldn't smell like grandmom.

Grandpa and Grandmom had a wood stove and everything smelled like the wood burning. I can't smell that smell to this day without thinking of her.

This is a bittersweet thread...very interesting....

my very first memory is when I'm 5. All my memories from 5-7 are school related.....

kind of odd to me....

It's amazing how smells can bring such strong memories and feelings! To this day I associate the smell of kerosene with the safety and togetherness of being in the storm cellar (from the kerosene lamp). And one of my early boyfriends always wore British Sterling....