Do you have any memories of being under 4?

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I'm just interested. Share memories or things you feel you can remember from your early years - if you can remember, that is.

I think I can remember my first books, having my mum or dad or brother teaching me how to say easy words and pointing to the pictures. I must have been about 2. The books had 1 word on each page in very big print, and a picture of what the word meant.

I only have 1 quick memory of being in my cot, waking up just as my mum was entering the room to wake me up.

I remember playing in my brother's bedroom early some mornings. He didn't mind. He either just slept a little more while allowing me to play with his toys, or he'd get up and play with me. I must have been about 3 then, and had a bed, not a cot.

I remember a Christmas day when I was either 3 or 4, and one of the presents I had got was a doll's cradle. The song "Brahm's Lulluby" seems to remind me of that for some reason.

I remember being at preschool, when I was 3.


What memories do you have of being a baby/toddler?

Being obsessed with a certain book about a Siamese cat-sigh! I was a born cat lover.

Unfortunately yes, I have Cerebral Pasly, I was born with weak muscles & when I got older, I couldn't walk, at age 3, I needed physical therapy to learn how to walk, I had braces on my legs, I was in a wheelchair. In my childhood house, there was a disabled school up the street. Now I'm having ALOT of pain in my feet & my legs, I also broke my knee, I don't remember it. Alot of the times, it feels like my legs giving up on me, I can walk, but not too long.

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I remember when my preschool teacher made soup in class.

Also, every night someone had to rock my bed to get me to sleep (I had some sort of wheeled crib). One night, there was a loud noise when my bed broke.

There was a strange advertisement where jeans got up by themselves and started dancing. Also, another one where an angry wife threw towel after towel at her husband.

The paint on the walls of our home started to peel, and I liked to pick at it.

I made this noise with my mouth that drove my dad crazy.

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I was about two and our dog slipped out the door and it took my dad a long time to find her. My mother later said I had some of the details wrong, but I remember wondering whether our dog would ever return.

I have a few clear memories of standing up in my cot, full of energy and wanting to climb out. One such memory I also recall my older brother - just a kid himself - telling me a blatant lie about a gigantic green spider he killed in the garden. It's only in hindsight a long time later that I realised he was trying to entertain me for my mum's sake so that I would go back to sleep.

Yes. Wearing a pink jacket at a bluegrass concert when I was 2. Also a couple traumatic events I'd rather not share publicly.

Still too many. I'll just post some... But not all.

I remembered very well when I was still drinking from baby bottles and chewed through it. I even remembered biting my mom's nipples. She flinched.

I definitely could remember having a bath in a sink. More so when I was having a bath in a small basin.

I could still remember those songs I played in the cassette over and over all afternoons. I stopped doing it when it broke though -- but I didn't made a fuss about it.
Instead, I found a screwdriver. Took it apart. And found a magnet.

I do, still remember when my younger sister was just a newborn, and times she was just less than a year old. And I kept bugging and seeing her in several vague moments.

I could remember that day that I want my dad to mimic a drawing. He refused. Then I never asked again.

I started going school at 4, as a kindergarten. I want to do something else when people wouldn't let me be.
I was often described as disruptive, but I don't know what the heck they're talking about.

I always showed to my parents what I did at school, but almost never talked about it.

And yes, I was just 4 when I started learning how to climb trees. My play mates are usually boys ages 7-10, and I kept bugging them to teach me how to climb.
They didn't taught me. I don't know why. Probably because I was too young and I was just a girl.
So I taught myself instead. I never forget the adults yelling at me to go down.
Heck, I'm the ONLY girl who could compete with boys when it comes to physical stuff. That continued throughout the rest of my school life.

And many more...

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I remember my baby bed and the moment my parents bought a bunk bed for me and my brother. Mom says it was when I was 18 months old.
But I know my memories are spoiled. I clearly remember seeing krasnoludki (kind of domestic pixies / gnomes / dwarves from traditional polish folktales) in a mousehole while sitting on a potty chair - it has to be a dream or fantasy but for long time I was sure it was a memory.

I have always had vivid memories of the time when I was younger than 4, yep.

I remember the view from inside my "pram" -- it was one of those old fashioned, Victorian looking "perambulators" with four large wheels like a wagon, had an enclosed "bed" area for the baby, and the head end was covered with a folding black hood. Those hoods had a trim around the edge and I remember staring up at my trim -- it had a design that looked like those "Greek squares" that fold around on themselves in a repeating pattern.

I remember being in that pram being pushed by my mother and my grandmother -- I vividly remember that I complained when my grandmother pushed me, because I only wanted my mum to push the pram. I was overly attached to my mother.

I also remember being in the next baby buggy, a smaller affair that was just a push-chair made of red plastic with small white polka dots. The tot sits in it and your legs dangle out of it, with pedals that can be moved out of the way.

My parents used to take us all for a ramble through woodlands, and my favorite thing was they took my socks off, moved the pedals, and pushed the baby buggy through longish grass so that the grass tickled my feet and made me laugh hysterically! I actually liked it even though it was "shocking" to my little feet and I did pull them away when it was too much. I've always like being in Nature and liked the grass tickling me, rather than a person doing it.

I also remember being annoyed at my sister and cousin playing chase with each other right around my baby buggy and grabbing it as they ran around it. I got really angry. We were parked outside the grocery store while my mum was inside, shopping. People used to leave their kids out in the street in those days, even park a baby outside a shop, alone. Now, it's not safe to leave your dog outside a shop alone!

I remember being small enough to get bathed in the kitchen sink, a small standard size square sink.

I remember lying on the floor drinking from a baby bottle that I was old enough to hold myself, and I had this rich fantasy life of staring at the ceiling imagining what it would be like if we all lived upside-down on the ceiling. I spent a LOT of time imagining that world, completely inverting my thoughts and seeing what it would be like. To anyone watching, they would think I was just staring blankly at the ceiling. Inside my head, all these amazing worlds were unfolding.

All of these are solid memories but there's only one which I doubt and believe might just be my imagination -- I have always had a "memory" of being baptized, staring upward from arms at the inside of a church and seeing the dark form of a large painting on the wall. The scene was not from our local church I grew up with. I mentioned a large picture on the wall to my mother and that something about my sense of the church was that it wasn't our church, and she confirmed that it was indeed a church several miles away and that there was the painting next to the christening font.

The only problem with this so-called memory is that back in those days we were christened at something like 2 weeks old, or certainly younger than six months. I have to seriously question if this was actually a real memory because it's hard to believe you can retain a memory or impressions of a setting from as young as six months or younger.

The earliest memory I have is being with my mom and aunt when they were checking out the house I moved into when I was 3.

I also do have memories from that time.
One of them is almost falling from my stroller into a pit. My parents say it's an impossible thing to remember as I was younger than an age but I'm positive.
I remember other kids making fun of my name and weight.
I remember not being able to say 'r's and my parents making fun of me.
I remember finding social gatherings like family visits very noisy and confusing and that I used to cover my ears with my hands and uncover them repeatedly to make funny sounds.
I remember finding the place of my baby bottle each time they hid it from me. I was very attached to it and rejected using regular glass.
I remember having chicken pox when I was 3.
I remember many details from the first year of kindergarten when I was 4.
Also I remember a dream that I saw very often about being deceived by my parents and sent out to the space to return to my own planet.
And many more...

I remember our family's first cat. She was the only pet the family had before I was born. My next cat, the first one who attached herself to me, came when I was a freshman in high school. She was a Siamese named Samantha.

I remember walking on the carpet at two years of age after my toenails had been cut. It was a weird feeling.

This wasn't before I was four, but it did happen when I was a kid. I remember that every time I had a fever, my sense of perspective would be off. I guess you could describe it as being "tipsy," a word I never heard until I grew up. Alcohol never caused that state, but a fever did.

I remember wearing diapers and being potty-trained. I was maybe 2 or 3 at the time. Back then diapers had pins to keep them in place and were not designed to be as comfortable or absorbent as they are now, which may be partly why I potty trained earlier than most kids today. I'm always hearing how kids aren't potty-trained even when they're 4 or 5, how they use it to manipulate their parents, and how parent are clueless and inconsistent.

I discovered the joys of drawing pictures and books. I had several of those Little Golden Books that had Bugs Bunny and other classic cartoon characters in them.

I had a bedspread with Looney Tunes on it, and the wallpaper in my room had colorful pictures of lions and elephants on it.

I watched episodes of Lavern and Shirley and Wonder Woman.

My first memory of Christmas was sitting in a high chair at my grandparents eating ice cream while the Peanuts Christmas special played on a small TV.

I don't remember using a baby bottle or a pacifier. I must have been weaned from them both when I was still a baby. I've heard about kids still sucking a paci when they're five and over, probably because parents found was the only thing that made the kid shut up and taking it away makes them scream their head off anyway due to their unhealthy attachment.

Car safety wasn't as big a concern as it is now. I was allowed to sit in front, sometimes in my mom's lap! Seat belts were not yet required to be worn legally, and the belts in the back seat didn't have shoulder straps.

Child safety wasn't as big of a deal either. It's a wonder my brother and I lived to adulthood because lawn darts were a popular activity in the summer and the adults playing it usually had a few drinks while they were at it.

Not that my parents didn't care about my safety or well-being at all. When I was around four I had my tonsils and adenoids taken out. I has having such a bad time with my ears they felt doing this would reduce it. My memories of being in the hospital at that time are vague but unsurprisingly not with much fondness. It felt like I was in there for weeks but mom said it was only a couple of days.

We had a big white tom cat with black spots named Puss N' Boots. I think we got the name from a brand of cat food that was available at the time and not the original fairy tale. My love of cats was officially born. Unfortunately my mom developed a bad allergy to cats and we had to give him away, or something.

When my parents got me dressed in my nightgown or PJ's, I would usually strip them right off after going to bed. I guess they were too hot or uncomfortable.

No, and honestly it's probably for the best because I suspect I suffered some form of abuse before age 4, hence why I have an insecure attachment style.