Now I know it's impossible to "remember" your first memory the way you'd remember words to a song, we all sort of think we might have been conscious in the womb but really REALLY try.
I remember being a baby, still stroller age, and I hated my stroller because it was beige and I was always stuck in an ugly beige old lady looking canopy. The yellow and ugly florals made me want to puke and it probably did make me puke a couple times. I remember always being uncomfortable because I was dressed up in itchy socks and hats. Most of the first years of my life can be described as incredibly uncomfortable.
I was at the dinner table complaining that I was only three while my sister was five
circa 1998 or 1999
Jumping on my mom's tummy while she was giving birth to my sister. I was 2.
>>35013894
That's cute, that time itself frustrated you from such an early point.
>>35013926
holy fuck dude, is she ok?
>>35013926
Jesus! I call bullshit, because you're still alive.
Being dragged to kindergarten for the first time kicking and screaming.
>>35013944
>>35013948
SHe said owww and I felt bad. My first bad memory. She was born withut issue though.
>>35013930
yeah not much has changed in that regard
Mostly kindregarten stuff
>first day
>everyone has to pick their symbol that will be put on everything of your possession there for the next three years (locker, markers, towels, etc.)
>everyone goes there fast and tries to pick the best ones (lions and other cool shit)
>I am the last one
>I get a paper clip
That was also maybe the first time I was last at something. After that moment my fate was decided: I always understimate the importance of a decision and I always am the last at doing anything
>>35014270
You don't need to be so competitive. You don't really care about competition, so the consequences are of little importance. C'est la vie.
>>35013607
Waking up in a hospital after an asthmatic attack. I was 4
a blue wind-up alarm clock
>>35013607
My parents were moving a table and for some reason I remember thinking "oh, something has changed" and it's like I started being conscious at that point. I was like 3.
Not my absolute first-, but my worst memory of my whole life and about the 3rd memory i ever had. I was 4 and got ran over by a bicycle and had to go to the hospital.
The first kindergarten I was in had a pretty big outside area and was pretty much in a forest so there were a lot of bushes with trails.
Me and two other kids were always doing weird stuff there and one time they started putting really small twigs in my ear (I think I was supposed to be Jesus) and my eardrum got scratched.
My mother had to pick me up and drive me to a doctor.
The annoying part was that we wanted to go to the open-air bath that day and I wasn't allowed to go there for a while.
I was shitting my pants in the living room.
Was 2 and a half years old.