I was lying with bed with my mom and grandmother in the latter's house. We had a house renovation or something and we were sleeping at her place. i think that's my earliest memory I can recollect. It's pretty interesting if you think about it. We don't remember like the first 3 years of our lives, but we obviously existed.
>>25545446 Psychology guy here. It's somewhat inaccurate to say you "became conscious" from some point in time where your earliest memories are, as you did at that point have actual fully formed autobiographical memories from a time before that. You forget these memories through childhood amnesia, which is a universal but poorly understood phenomenon.
Vivid memory from when I was two. It was my second birthday and my parents brought a small petting zoo to my grandparents house for my party. The part I remember is crouching down and holding a little duckling while the zoo attendant kept telling me I was holding him too tight.
Shat my pants while standing in the living room when I just stopped wearing diapers, around age 2-3. I remember the turd was very solid and healthy dark brown, and slid down my trouser leg onto the carpet. I remember my mom being a little pissed when she had to scoop it up. Asked her about her years later and she confirmed this really happened.
Not even joking, my earliest memory is my sister shitting in the tub when I was about 2 and a half years old. My sisters had just been born at that point so my parents bathed us all at the same time because why not, when you have 2 infants and a toddler it doesn't matter. One of my sisters shit in the tub, I can remember my mum yelling "poo alert, poo alert" and I have the vaguest recollection of an image of our old bathtub full of piss and shit. Not very interesting, but there you go.
>be x amount of months(1 year?) >wasn't old enough to walk >I was on the couch near the window in the living room >I lost balance and fell into a bush >I was crying and in pain >My mother, scared came outside and picked me up
i remember shitting on the floor at like 2-3 because my dad had locked me in my room. i even remember what was going through my head, i actually made a pretty logical decision to poop on a plastic mat instead of the carpet.
>3 >sister told me a monster lived in the hallway under the rug and only cam out at night >woke up in the middle of the night having to pee >open door and see movement down the hall(it was my dads cat) I thought it was the rug monster >close door, cry a bunch, peed pants
>it's very warm and wet >somethings happening, I'm being forced to move >the top of my head is suddenly very cold >now my whole head, eventually my whole body >I'm crying, I refuse to open my eyes >something very large is holding me >open my eyes, it's some old ass man wearing gloves and a lab coat >still crying, I want this guy to put me down but he just keeps slapping my ass >some skank is watching with a big smile on her face while I'm being beaten >old man brings me to her, puts me in her arms >look down, holy shit her tits are out >what a hoe >suck on her titties till I pass out
>dark hallway >the only light source is the TV in the room at the end of the hallway >crawl to the room was afraid of darkness since. until i got around 11-12 years old. still not sure if this was a dream or it actually happened
>>25545446 Has anyone here heard of the phenomena called the hat man?
That was my earliest memory from when I was 4, it tripped me the fuck out when I heard about him, because I've always laughed at all this /x/ shit, but when I read about him it fit in exactly into my earliest memory that I could never explain.
Like I said, I was 4, and I had this one memory I could never explain where I felt like I was in between being awake and being in a dream where the "hat man" carried me off in a starry night type background, before me dad chased towards us and started beating up the hat man, which is right when the memory ended.
It was the weirdest experience of my life as well as my first memory, and I've thought of it nearly everyday until I heard about "the hat man." The thing that really got me was hearing he was usually spotted by 3-7 year olds.
One of my earlier memories is coming home from pre-school and having lunch which consisted of lime yogurt, fruit cocktail, and cold left over steak.
or maybe it was the time my dad was painting the bathroom and I was watching him then I turned around and tripped over the paint can. Paint got everywhere on me and I was crying and my dad carried me to the other bathroom with a bathtub.
I think i was 3 or 4 when these happened, I'm not sure.
>>25545446 Got three that I can't verify whatsoever.
One is me beating furniture with a red plastic hammer until it is taken from me. For years I believe it is on the top of the livingroom bookcase.
My second memory is my dad sailing away on a huge boat and me being sad, there is a similar incident my mother can attest to, but the boat is all wrong.
Diaper with white poo, probably a dream.
The first one I can verify is when I am four years old, I got a toolbox as my birthday gift. I go and show it to my father who is sitting in front of the fire in the living room. He and I walk out into the garden and we (he, presumably) nails some planks together to make the first letter of my name. We hang it on the wall.
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