Do You Remember Your Childhood?

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I remember a lot from my childhood, back to before the age of two. I remember settings and routes very clearly, more so than events. I also remember a lot about the things that I did a lot.

For me, bits and pieces from around age of 2, when I was 4 my parents moved to a house where we stayed for 10 years, so basically more memories starting from those times

I remember a lot. Playing records, drawing pictures, writing stories, fantasizing solar systems. Happily alone. Not much has changed except I'm not quite as happy.

I'm in the crowd that doesn't remember much. I have no idea why. I can remember fragments of being overwhelmed but it's hard to believe that it was all so traumatic then that it's all blotted out to me.

I've noticed that being stressed (& depressed) makes it worse. Lately, I've been less stressed/depressed than in many years and I am remembering some more than in many years.

Yes I can remember my childhood, the earliest memory being about 2. I can remember more as the years went on.

My first memory's from when I was 9 months old or so. The next really vivid memory I've got is from my 3rd birthday. From then onwards I remember my childhood quite well.

I can remember every birthday from 10 upwards, and I can remember every Christmas from 11 upwards. I can also vaguely remember my 8th birthday, and a few Christmasses when I was really small, but I can't remember how old I was exactly, just a few vague memories.

I can remember the birthdays and Christmas I can remember by songs. Like my brother got a CD for Christmas when I was 11, and the songs on it were songs that came out that year and so they remind me of when I was 11, and so on.

I can also remember every classroom I had through the years as school.

Me too. And where I sat.

I can remember pictures mostly, and sometimes a few words that are connected to them. My earliest memories come form the age of 2, one is connected to a photographing, so I can identify the age quite accurately. Pictures are scattered throughout my life from that time on. They have been stored in my memory because they must have meant something for me then, a situation, a strong feeling, something important or something that I felt curious about that time. With a few exceptions, I don't remember dates and years well, only vaguely.

I'm sure I can't recall everything at a given time that's been ever stored, there must be a trigger. I also know that playing with memories in your mind can confuse and alter the original memories to an extent as time passes by, but I'm sure my memories are in large part intact.

There's one interesting phenomenon that's somehow connected with my childhood memories. It was rather difficult and mentally stressing to me to go through adolescence and become a grown-up, an adult. Due to this, I guess I cling too much to my early memories, and it is definitely causing a significant part of my problems that I need to work on.

When I were about 3-4 year old, I remember remembering I got breastfeed(when I were perhaps 6-12 months old) and looked up on my mom smoking, but I also remembered floating in my moms womb, which seem very unlikely, so I guess that is just some images I have seen and somehow confused them with / turned into memories at the young age of 3-4 years, and they've been stuck with me ever since.

The rest of my childhood is just fragments really, perhaps 0.5-2 memories per year, up until I were 8-10 years old, and after that it seems to clear up.

Basically, I only remember the bad stuff from childhood. Anything and everything that was traumatic to me...it is burned into my memory, but when my brother or parents retell something neutral or positive from it...I don't have the slightest clue what they are talking about.

Yes me too, I actually know everything about the setting of my childhood. Even the map of our house were we moved when I was 3 or 4.
But I don't remember the friends or teachers I had. Or actually any other memory linked to the world outside my head. Is it something that belongs to Aspergers?

I don't remember many friends because I didn't have many!
But I can remember all the teachers I had, even at High School where we had different teachers for each lesson. I can remember some of the friends I did speak to, but I doubt they can (or want to) remember me.

I remember mine more vividly than I remember earlier this morning... And all the way back to infancy. People have debated me on that, but it's 100% true, and I have proven it by remembering things that happened in the presence of others, but that my mother was unaware of, and had those events confirmed as accurate. I remember all kinds of crap that doesn't need remembering; things like the license number AND serial number of the city trash truck when I was a toddler, and was fascinated with it. And I remember weird things like people making baby faces at me when I was being carried in a baby carrier, and how I'd be in terror hoping they wouldn't ask my mother if they could hold me. I HATED THAT!! !! !!

A footnote: The memories from toddlerhood and infancy, are just as clear now as ever, but the memories from teens and twenties are fading. (I'm 45)

Charles

yes i do.
i can remember almost everything that ever happened since i came into consciousness (if i try).

i can not be bothered thinking about the past, so i rarely reflect on my childhood, but when i assign my mind to the task of thinking sequentially about everything that happened to me since infancy, i can recall almost everything.

eg: when i was 3, i stuck my head between 2 bannisters on the second floor railing at home, and i could not retrieve it. i remember they smothered vaseline on my head and that did not work, so they had to cut out a bannister beside my head to free me. later on, my mother wanted sweet and sour pork from a chinese restaurant called "wing wah" at north ryde. she also ordered crunchy cold egg noodles from that place that night and they became a favourite dish of mine..............

so not only do i remember hallmark situations, i also remember the mundane peripheral situations that precede and succeed them.

but that it is a futile task, as it prevents me from looking at what is happening now.
whatever happened in the "ago" is not happening now, and in my mind has not much capacity for deriving meaningful data from reflection anyway, so i rarely think about the past except when someone challenges me to remember things.

It always amazes me to hear that other people don't remember their childhoods. I can't imagine it. What's it like? Is it like you just came into existence as an adult, out of a big, fuzzy cloud that vaguely resembles childhood?

I remember quite a lot. The earliest memory I can recall for sure was when I was 18 months old, a few weeks after my little brother was born. It was a sunny, warm summer day and I was playing in the backyard. Suddenly I was gathered up by my dad and we sat in a line with my mom and brothers to have a family photo taken. Years later I found that photo... it was pretty surreal when I recognized it. The memory is really fuzzy now, though. It used to be much more vivid. I also have vague recollections of having my diaper changed on the living room couch, while my mom chatted with a few of my aunts.

I remember hating preschool. I liked when I was given a coloring book and could just sit there and color, but I hated when they suddenly decided it was time to do something else, especially if it involved standing up and playing with other kids. I remember being forced to play song-games like "Farmer in the Dell" or "Ring Around the Rosie", where you have to hold other kids' hands and go around in circles. I hated it. It was so awkward and I felt embarrassed. I especially hated any game where you have to pick another person, such as Duck Duck Goose or in Farmer in the Dell when "the farmer takes a wife" and has to pick somebody from the circle to join him in the middle. I felt awkward being picked, but I felt even worse when I had to pick another person. I didn't know any of the kids (besides my little brother) and always felt that if I singled another person out, they'd feel as bad as I did when I felt singled out. I also worried that they'd think it was a sign that I liked them especially, when I actually didn't know them at all. I eventually became a preschool dropout (which I enjoy saying. It's quite an unusual phrase. ) I remember the day that I dropped out. My mom had baked cupcakes for the class. I really wanted one, but I also couldn't take going to preschool anymore. My mom tried to bribe me by saying that I couldn't have a cupcake if I didn't go to school... I ended up turning down the cupcake and insisting I go back home. I think of this today and can only imagine how annoying that must've been for my mom... but hey, maybe they should've taken that as a sign that something was up with me.