I know you'll all think I'm crazy, but..... I can remember my mom taking my picture when I was about 6 weeks old. They had me laid on the bed, stuffing me into pretty clothes, all these huge faces looming over me, then a really bright flash!! When I was older, I thought it must have been something I dreamed, but then I saw the picture they took. My mom and sisters said there's no way I could have remembered that, but everything I remember about the incident is from the perspective of an infant, blurry and out of focus.

I also remember, when I was about 3, having to go to the storm cellar in the middle of the night because of tornado. The funnel cloud lifted up and went over our house, and my dad opened the cellar door and let me look up into it. It was like a big hole in the clouds, and I could see the stars through it.

I remember my Aunt Katie holding my new cousin Ralphie in our kitchen. He had his newborn hat on his tiny head, and he was wrappe in a blue blanket. I asked if I could hold him. Aunt Katie said, "Uh, no." LOL. I was 2.

I loved that kid at first sight. He was more like my lil brother than my cousin. Still is. The little meatball.

:D

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....

Janie,
 

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!

Good idea about asking your kids what their first memory was! I'll have to try that! Thanks! :wink:

I believe you!
 

I'm not a genious, but don't we store EVERYTHING in our brains. Some just have the ability of retrieving from further back than others. WOW, that must have been one bright flash! :cool:

Whenever I smell lilac blooming outside I am immediately in the backyard of the house I grew up in. My mother had lilac everywhere and I could smell it through my open bedroom window. Such a simple thing yet everytime I get a whiff of it I'm right back "home" again.

I long for that simpler time. . . . .