I'll go first... My first memory was traumatic. I was about 3 and the babysitter started a grease fire in the kitchen when she was cooking french fries. I remember being pushed out of the house and running across the street to the neighbors

I was 3 and it was horrible...traumatic enough to remember that far back.

My fist memory was driving in a car with my mom holding me on her lap while someone, probaby my dad was driving(no car seats back then)

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Sad..I don't know how old i was..But i remembered seeing my family have to do anything to survive.. My dad started his own factory but it didn't work out as he thought,,My mom should bake some cookies and sell them at school with my grandma.. We were so poor back then..It's too painful to remember those..

My first memory was from when I was 3ish. I went out on a bike ride with my older brother. He met up with friends & told me to go home. I cycled off but realised I didn't know how to get back. My mum found me later sitting on a wall besides the local Pub. Funny thing was I was less than a mile from home, d'oh!

What I believe to be my first memory would have taken place when I was around two years old... I remember walking across a bridge and looking down at the water as it flowed past. I was with my mother and siblings. Once we crossed the bridge we walked through a very small dirt parking lot past a car. I don't remember any more. I always wondered if it was a memory or just a dream. The scene couldn't have happened in the small city where I live and was raised. I went to my birthplace about 20 years ago - just passing through but the house where I was told we lived is right next to the river that runs through the center of that town. The area seems to fit in quite nicely with what I believe is a memory of when I was two. I just remember being very curious watching the eddies in the river as we passed over it. Neat stuff.

I was a baby, don't remember that I could walk. I remember falling down some steps and crying. That was my first memory.

I was 3 and it was either building a lego train track down the hallway or trying to pour milk into my cereal myself, I'm not sure which happened first though and I don't think there were any significant emotions involved.

I remember being a robot of my parent's fabrication

my first memory was falling into a fire. so I guess it was traumatic.

Most of my early memories fall into two categories, those that are scary and unanswered questions that I bookmarked to ask later and they never got answered. There are a few that are neutral emotionally. I have a two memories of going to the zoo when I was 20 months or so. We have pictures that prove how old I was, but what I remember isn't in the pictures. I remember being set on a bronze lion for a picture, and we have that picture, but what I remember is how cold the blasted thing was, and I remember the texture of the bronze mane from behind, my perspective, not the camera's perspective. I also remember wanting to ask a question about a black and white animal, which I believe was in the Big Cat's exhibit, but everyone had moved on and was hurrying me to come on. I remember being under the sideboard in my grandparent's dining room and how the room looked from under there. We moved out of their house just before my fourth birthday, so I had to be younger than four. I also remember the view from under the dining room table. I remember falling out of my crib and blackening my tooth, again, under three. I remember getting a new dress when I was three and my father and grandfather wanting to do a photograph session with me as the subject, but I didn't want to. The dress was scratchy and I wanted it off. I got in trouble for that. I remember a new swimming suit when I was three or four. It had been bought big for me to grow into, but the straps kept falling down and annoying me. I finally stripped it off and went streaking across the back field naked. I remember the first nightmare I had, and I remember waking up in my crib gasping in fear. I remember it was a full moon night and I could see everything in the room in color as it was so bright. I can still tell you which sheets my mother had on the bed (I slept in their room). And I can remember falling asleep in my crib at night and watching the light from headlights zip across the walls as cars passed on the road below. I can remember being carried into an underground roundhouse by my railfan father and being terrified I was being carried into hell. There were idling diesel locomotives all around me and the air throbbed with their power and noise. I can remember a cigarette burn on my bare leg as my father carried me onto a streetcar. I can remember the shower of sparks from the overhead wire and pole that lit up the night sky.

I had a very traumatic early childhood and I started having memories of these things very early and I can still recall them now as if it were just yesterday.