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I remember living at this lady Dorie's house, sitting on an older couch with my little brother James, and it was kinda darker, but it was during the day. We were eating lunch, and there were cheese poofs, and it was raining and thunder storming real bad outside. I was like 3. We lived on the lake. My mom was standing at the edge of the sliding glass doorway and I remember getting really scared because I thought she was going to get struck by lightning. And then the thunder cracked really loud and thats all I really remember, stupid I know, haha. I remember all the zillions of pine trees that were right outside, we were elevated off  of the ground and held up by a lot of beams, so it was really scare yet cool.

I remember not being able to walk yet when the family went to a forest.  Dad was pulling me in a little red wagon with a rope tied around his waist to the handle.  Well, the handle fell off of the wagon and he didn't notice for quite some time.  I bet he planned it all along.....  LOL 

Earliest that I can remember was when I was 4-5 and we would go to Yosemite and watch the "Firefall".  Early 50's!

Anybody out there know what that was?? I haven't met many who know!  Wish I could find an old postcard of that!

I recall some years ago mentioning it a memory to family members they thought I was being silly till I sat down with them and described in detail my memories,they were amazed I could recall a time so long ago.

I described being near a window in a crib as I stood up i couldnt even reach the top,so standing there it was little slats or bars I was holding onto it was cool to the touch so I imaged it was a metal crib,which was white with greenary on it,and the one thing I remember most about this is this colorful mobile that hung down just barely out of reach.

"You were a baby!! How can you possiby remember ??"

We lived on Tonawanda St. in Buffalo,NY,where I ,my sister and brother Don were born.In the house not in the hospital.We had a bulldog which I would play with out on the driveway, Before the house ran a streetcar. I seem to remember throwing the ball out onto the street just as the streetcar passed the house.The ball rolled uner the streetcar with the dog running after it.Needless to say,the dog was injured from the streetcar,running back into the yard,,howling with pain and all bloody.More I don´t remember.At that time I was about 3 years old.

The earliest most memorable event I can remember is sitting in my mother's lap, with her holding my 27-month-old little sister on a couch.  My mother was crying and we were watching television.  The day was November 22, 1963.  I was 4, and Walter Cronkite and many others were discussing the assasination of President Kennedy.  Being young, I was trying to console my mother.  I told her it was okay, because it was, "just television."  The same thing I was told when one of my favorite heroes were hurt during a show. 

The absolute earliest thing I can recall is my mother making white divinity (about 3 full batches).  She took a nap, and I ate the whole thing.  I was sick for a few days, and to this day, cannot stand the SMELL much less the taste of Divinity Fudge.

I cheated, I just uploaded this off the internet. This is the Yosemite firefall.

I was about three or four. I remember sitting in one of those old double seater (you sat faceing each other) swing sets. Those were the good old days (hehe) not a care in the world.

Christmas when I was 4 or 5...I got a red pedal-powered 'Mercedes' car, along with a pretend gas station pump.  I still remember how the gas pump handle felt in my hand.  I rode that sucker around the house all night (snowy MI).  I guess it was my version of a Red Rider BB Gun.  That was my favorite Christmas gift ever.

Roopy-Doop. yes a roopydoop it is a noun (thing). It was a scary monster that was about 6 ft tall (enormous when you are only 43 in tall) it was blue with a yellow stripe across its belly. Looked like IT from munsters or adams family or whatever show that was. My dad saw it several times when I was growing up. I never did still have not lol. I am taking my little girl in 2 weeks to see my family my dad will be there. He will be telling her all about Roopy-Doops.

I grew up in Colorado Springs. One summer my Aunt,Uncle and Cousin came to visit. We were at the Garden of the Gods sightseeing,.My dad, uncle, brother and boy cousin went hiking. I wanted to go. I must have been about 5-6. My brother was about 4 ish. All of the sudden a rustle in the bushes. My dad said SHHHHH I think I hear a Roopy-Doop. My brother and I FROZE. My dad explained to my cousin what it was. He then froze as well. My dad said look it is a Roopy-Doop and omg. look kids you will never see one like it again. My brother and I strained to look. then my dad yells ' AND IT IS COMING THIS WAY' my uncle picked up my cousin and my dad picke up my brother and booked. I was left scared shitless couldnt move.

Well my dad was tossing rocks the whole time now into the bushes. Of course I found out as I grew up.

ami2old says ...

I recall some years ago mentioning it a memory to family members they thought I was being silly till I sat down with them and described in detail my memories,they were amazed I could recall a time so long ago.

I described being near a window in a crib as I stood up i couldnt even reach the top,so standing there it was little slats or bars I was holding onto it was cool to the touch so I imaged it was a metal crib,which was white with greenary on it,and the one thing I remember most about this is this colorful mobile that hung down just barely out of reach.

"You were a baby!! How can you possiby remember ??"

 

 

You're not the only one who can go back that far.  My earliest memory is lying in a crib, having my diaper changed (why it had to be this, I don't know).  I can remember it like it was yesterday, looking through the slats at my Dad in his polyester pants, white shirt with butterfly collar and big fat brown tie (this was in '75 or '76).  Mom was wearing a white shirt but I couldn't see anything else because the crib blocked the view.  Mom didn't believe me at first when I told her, but I described the room and everything else in such detail that she was stunned and said it had to have been while we were living in St Augustine, FL.  We moved to Jacksonville when I was around 18 months old.  I also remember sitting in a high chair, playing with my scrambled eggs.  I told Mom about it and described everything around me; she said I couldn't have been two.  Just after my 2nd birthday in January of '77 it snowed in Jacksonville; I remember wearing my little blue jacket with fur around the hood and hopping around in the back seat of the car while my Dad scraped ice off the windshield and said some things that were improper for a little girl to repeat! 

The year was 1967 and my first memory is watching my dad walking up the street coming home from work

Dispatcher1234 says ...

I was about three or four. I remember sitting in one of those old double seater (you sat faceing each other) swing sets. Those were the good old days (hehe) not a care in the world.

I remember those things! My dad built me and my sister one of those.. lol

I remember when I was 3 years of age, my older sister and I were playing in our sandbox that my dad had just built for us, and my sister had a bucket of water and she was showing me how to make mud pies...then we moved on to little dixie cups and made mud drinks and she pretended that she drank hers and told me it was my turn......Well, gullable me...I took that cup and tried to gulp it.....ended in choking and my sister dumping the rest of the bucket of water o my head to help get the sand out of my mouth(well, thats what she said) hahaha...Luckily my dad came to rescue me... I think that was the start of our sibling rivalry...hahahaha.. no seriously...we fought like cats and dogs and now we are best friends, I couldnt ask for a better sister....and that incident taught me to not be so gullable....but I was 3!!!!hahahahhahhaha

My earliest memory was when I was just 2 1/2 and my mother gave me fish and I choked on a bone and had to go to the emergency room to get the bone out.  When we got home, I got a terrible beating because I had not noticed the bone and had to go to the hospital.  that was the first of many beatings as a child.