Falling off my trike and getting a nosebleed i was 3 :)

A picnic at a state park with my mother and father I am guessing I was around 4 years old.

Laying in my Pram looking up at the sky and looking at washing on the line....

+3 great question A "toy toaster" I just remember being outside playing with my toy toaster I was like maybe 2 or 3. And my second first memory, was actually almost drowning, around the same age. I just remember being under the water, and scared, the murky, green color and starting to panic....I don't know how long I was actually under for, but my grandmother came rushing over and saved me, to this day I cannot swim. (other than doggy paddle- I am scared of deep water)

i remember that my neighbour used to throw me in the air and catch me, he thought i was screaming with excitement when really i hated it. my mum said i was only about 9 or 10 months old when he used to do this.

The earliest thing I can recall is moving from the town of my birth to my current town. It was October 1992, so I was 3 and a half.

I was 3 years old and it was 1949. Food was still rationed and nobody of my age had ever seen a banana or a pineapple, but I had a pet rabbit - at least I thought it was a pet rabbit, until it was served up for dinner. I haven't been able to eat rabbit since.

my very first memory was when i was under a year old(after consulting with my mom we came to that age, i remember that i couldnt walk yet) i was bawling my head off,(and sitting on my uncles lap) because i had just finished a lollipop, my hands were sticky,and i had been crawling on the floor, my fingers were sticking together, and it was the most terrible sensation on earth, i cried, because i couldnt speak, and thought that i would have to stay like that forever. luckily my mom realized what was wrong and wiped my hands. i still hate anything sticky...i can still remember the debris (from crawling) sticking between my fingers.

I was walking at sunset with my beloved grandfather. I was probably four or five. I got mad about something I can't even remember. My grandfather said he'd just go on to his house. I turned and saw him in silhouette, backlit by the setting sun. I screamed, "POP, I'm sorry!" and ran to him crying. I think it was my first real awareness of death.

The Wizard of Oz

Crawling across the floor to the cat food bowl, then taking a handful and eating it. My mom grabbed me and made me spit it out, and I remember vividly being angry about it. My mom swears I couldn't remember this, because I was less than a year old.

my mama's face !!

Riding in my Dads car!

My Mom still can't believe the things that I remember, but, I remember her pushing a big chair up against the front door ), it was to be used as a "lock", and she said I was between 2 and 3 years old. Another thing was, every morning at breakfast, Mom would wrap mine and my little brothers legs with a warm towel (we slept in our underwear), while we ate breakfast (our house was very cold)! I was around 3 to 3 and 1/2 then.

I remember sitting on the kitchen table with my 2nd birthday cake.

Yes! Promise not to laugh!! lol I had always been so scared to, but a friend convinced me to go fishing with him. So, next day at 7am he called me to make sure I was awake. I got up, took a shower(bad idea!). We went to a stream under a bridge, you had to climb down a 10 ft STEEP/slick hill. The water was khaki colored, and don't even know how deep. He helped me down. So he got the pole ready and waiting then he started catching crawfish, he'd bring the thing to me and make me hold it(the bucket he used to catch them). I was thinking "Gross!" On to the more memorable part... As we got ready to leave, I just remembered.. We had to get back up that hill... Here's why you Never take a shower before going fishing! He got up the hill and stood there waiting. I tried to walk up it, but I kept sliding and didn't want to fall in the water. Again, it's all slick I kept trying to get up there, but my shoe got stuck in the mud(about 8" deep!)and came off my foot. Sock got all muddy, I slipped trying to get the thing out, landing on my hands and a**(I caught myself). I was covered in mud! Of course, he was crackin up. I got up, got my shoe out and put it on, and tried again.. Back down I went, this time I was close to the water, but didn't get all the way in it. OMG!!! That was somethin If your wondering why I was scared of fishing, after seeing one of the Ernest movies, I was afraid a hook would get caught in my mouth from when someone slung the pole..... Are you laughing?... LMAO

Being two years old and dragging my little red rocker everywhere with me.

mum teaching me to draw. she was an amazing artist

Carol about 5th grade

I was a year old and lying flat on my back for stitches. I remember who was in the room and even what brand of bandage.