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I remember plenty of things from about 4-7. I wouldn't trust my memory with anything before that. I'm not even sure how old I was in my memories so it might have been younger or older than 7. I do remember things vividly from my elementary school years.


I can remember riding in a black pick up, or at least seeing a black pick up, which my parents tell me was one that my dad sold before I was 2 or 3? Like I said, I can't rely on my memory as I don't know if I imagined it or if I actually remembered it.

I remember almost nothing when I was that age. In that age, my life was filled with poverty, confusion, unrest, and deceit.

Heh, kind of reminds me of mine. I can recall how horrible the house I used to live in was, I think my family moved during my Kindergarten years.



A memory just crept into me right now. I recall eating some cereal on our round table, I can recall the taste and my enthusiasm at the bowl which came with the cereal--Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I used to be very into them during my developing years. I wonder whatever happened to that bowl.




I just googled it, hmm...

Ninja Turtles Cereal: Easily described as lightly sweetened Rice Chex (described in advertising as "ninja nets") with TMNT themed marshmallows. The cereal had many gimmicks and contests, such as one to win a complete collection of TMNT action figures, as well as free premiums inside the box like mini-comics, and even the famous "Turtle Bowls", cereal bowls in the shape of a Ninja Turtle.

I must have been around 3 or 4.

I have brief flashes of memory from my very early years:
-naming my new kitten Emily (age 3)
-my dad freaking out because he thought the car engine was smoking (age 3-ish)
-opening a Christmas present (age 2-ish)
-a dream I had about seeing a dead man on a bridge (age 4-ish)
-reading my first book cover-to-cover by myself ("Hop On Pop", age 4)

I also remember telling my first joke (age 4). I was living at my Nana's at the time and she told me to pick up my room. I knew what she meant, but I pictured it literally at the same time, turned around and said:
"But it's too heavy!"

I thought I was pretty clever for that one.

I remember crazy loads of stuff from my earlier days...

I have a few rather early memories.

One of my earliest memories was...
I was sitting in my thomas the tank engine bean-bag chairs infront of the tv, watching thomas the tank engine, holding my toy thomas the tank engine wearing a thomas the tank engine bib. [Yes...that was my first obsession]. My mother yelled, I turned around to see what was going on. My mother ran past the dinner table trying to get away from my father. My father threw a Tui beer bottle at her. I was about 1-and-a-half years old at this time, I remember by the clothes I was wearing.

Another memory I have was at a different house. This is a earlier memory than the last one, this is of our first house. I was in the bathroom and my mother was holding me. There was a white bath tub that had rust on the sides. On the left wall to the bath tub, there was a dinner plate painted as the sun with a smiley face...it was stuck to the wall by blue tack. I remember my mother placing me in the bath and there was a red cup that she used, to pour water on me. I would have been under 1 years old here as when I was 1, we moved to another house.

Yes. My son does the same. I actually worry sometimes because he does NOT forget anything.

My parents used to not believe me, until they started seeing how my son remembers things from when he was 1 or 2 years old...they claim he has an amazing memory...so, then, finally when I have talked about it, they seem to believe me...or at least they can't deny that my memories of things that happened are exactly as I remember them.

I was born April 1968 and I remember everyone who was at our house, which way the TV was facing, in what room it was, when the Moon Landing was televised in 1969...weird, but true. Also, my parents went to visit my dad's godmother a couple of years back and I told them something about remembering where she lived. They claimed I had NEVER been there...so I went on to describe a bridge in front of the house, turning left, the house then being on the right side, they lived on the second story and there was a little store on the first...my parents FLIPPED to say the least...they claim I was only about 1 1/2 when we visited...

So, yes, it seems to be common...my husband thinks it's just cool...especially since he says I forget what I did yesterday all the time...and, yes, it seems I do...

I've been eating nearly the same things almost every morning the past five years at least, and every morning I have a hard time remembering in which order I need to prepare what, haha.

I remember vividly lots of nice things from before or after age 2. My family remember hardly any of them.

[Quote] Research agrees that the mean age for true autobiographical memories is 3.5. [end quote, see below]

BBC recently did a very interesting survey, in which, despite the current scientific belief, many ppl reported earlier memories, sometimes with convincing circumstancial evidence. You can read and/or listen to all about it at BBC Memory Experience. Go to In My Pram I Remember.

It is not specified that all these ppl are autistic in any way, so I reserve my opinion and wait patiently for the evidence about whether it's autism/AS/ASD-related, while bearing in mind that the fact that it is not reported does not mean it proves to be unrelated*.

*I must emphasize this because I've often noticed that this is a very common sort of mistake ppl make, incl. researchers!!

Thank you Corona for that link. It (that page) was an interesting read.

i also remeber a paint of a norvegian fjord and another paint of some women dancing near a river

I remember just bits. I swear I remember being born (sudden loss of fluid and then horrible lights), but I'm probably just making it up in my head. I do have bits and peices of my childhood from around late in my second year on, but I'm actually different than most people here. I don't have many memories before I started to become more "aware" of myself and the people around me, which is at about nine (the memories from before then are different--the lights are different and I remember very few people).

My earliest memory is from 6 months of age.
Mum was kinda shocked when I asked about it.

I'm debating telling my English Language class too 'cause we're looking at language acquisition. I began speaking in full sentences at 8 months, but I can remember recognizing language well before that. I'm unsure whether I'll be believed though.

My earliest memory is of crawling into the nappy bucket. (More like an extra baby bath really. It was a white rectangle sort of shape and not very tall.) where we kept all the unused or used nappies, I don't know which. Mum walked in and saw me and started yelling for my aunt to get the camera 'cause it was cute and she wanted a picture. I remember that was the day I learned the meaning of the word "photo".

As far back as my memory goes, I remember a lot. I remember things in great detail.

I have many memories of my childhood, but in most of them, it's difficult for me to accurately gauge how old I was. I remember many instances of relatives and other adults attempting to communicate with me in baby talk, and me being very puzzled by it, because my parents never used baby talk with me. Mom always insisted on teaching me the correct words for everything, and I would understand them and use them. I remember situations like being at my grandmother's house, and picking up some cool shiny thing, and some adult would be saying, "Ta-ta!" I would think to myself, "Huh? What's a ta-ta?" And taking my confused stare for defiance, they'd complain about what a disobedient child I was. Then my mom would come along and say, "Give me that, please." And I'd be like, "Oh, okay, here." But yeah, that's most of my memories of early childhood. Watching Sesame Street and cartoons, playing with my toys, embarrassment from wetting the bed, and unsuccessful communication with people other than my parents.

My memory goes all the way back to age 3( 1985)- I remember running around Jockey Hollow( this historical site in NJ) with my Bert doll( Bert & Ernie). I remember going into Super FoodTown with my parents, and looking at a newspaper, featuring a picture of then-president( now hero of mine) Ronald Reagan. But my favorite earliest memories are from the age of 4- I saw one of the final "off the air" signals from a TV station, before the Saturday morning cartoons came on, AND.....I remember watching the opening credits to the Teen Wolf cartoon.