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!

Wow, first off I am so glad to see this thread! DH thinks I'm strange because I can remember things from very early childhood!

My first memory is actually my grandmother's funeral when I was around 2. Believe it or not, it's the only thing I remember about her. I can actually see the funeral home, the casket, my grandmother and the dress she was wearing, my mom, the minister, etc.

I was almost two years old, and my Mom had just come home with my new baby brother. My Grandmother had come to stay with us to "help" and she would not let me go into the bedroom to see Mom and the new baby. I remember thinking, "but,I'm the baby". Anyway, when Grandmother's back was turned, I sneaked into the room anyway. The light was out and it was dark, but I could hear unusual little noises and Mom murmuring to the new baby boy and She eventually heard me sneaking up and gave me a reassuring hug.

Hmmm, first memory.
I remember seeing my mom lying on the pull-out couch she and Dad used for a bed, and my sister was about to walk our dog. I was about 3 yrs old.
Not a very remarkable memory, but it stuck.

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.

I can't believe so many of you can remember things when they were very young.

My 1st memory was when I was 5, me and my dad were sitting in the living room floor watching TV. And than my next memory wasn't until I was 6 after my mom and me moved out (don't remember the move even).

I can remember bits and pieces from 6 to 30 and than I don't have much of a memory for the past 4 years and flat out don't remember yesterday!

I can remember back to when I was about three. My parents had taken me to a store called Ellman's - it was sort of like a Service Merchandise type store. I can remember the brick steps outside and even the iron railing that separated the two sides of the steps.

It was Christmas time and they were picking up a gift for someone. I saw a Santa Claus doll in the window and wanted that thing SO bad! I kept wondering off to look at it and my Dad came to find me - I was out of his sight and he was panicking! There was a security guard standing at the door (I can even remember his grey hat). When my Dad found me and before he could even scold me I said "you buy this for Kelly?" The security guard looked at him and said "how can you say no?". Needless to say - I got the doll!!

My Dad used to love to tell that story - and even told a nurse about it while he was in hospice (it was right after Christmas).