What's your first memory?

>>38221812
Why the fuck did you space your greentext out so much, what the fuck.

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>>38221812
>Be Four
>Get out of dads car
>He holds my hand and walks me towards the corner shop
>We get vanilla ice cream and root beer
I miss him

>>38221812
>be me
>be 3 years old
>at park with neighbor child
>go down yellow slide
>reach bottom
>fucking fire ants at the bottom
>spend next few hours having fire ants removed from my clothes and body

good times, I miss those days

>Four or five
>racing two toy cars down the hallway
>one was the good car and one was the bad one.

I don't recall which won. Probably the good car, thinking about it.

>Be me
>Not sure what age but preschool
>All the extra chairs and shit are in the attic of a little side building
>Teacher occasionally unlocks the building and we play inside of it because there's fake cooking supplies and shit in there
>One day some bros and I decide we're going to figure out what the fuck is up in that attic
>Start stacking things and try to climb up
>Don't fall and hurt ourselves or anything, just anticlimactically fail to get into the attic

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>>38221812
>1998
>my third birthday
>alone in the room with the winnie-the-pooh cake
>take the figurine of (i think) rabbit and lick all the frosting off
>put it back
>nobody ever knew

>>38221853
>op makes post about being an autist
>ask him why he did something autistic

>like 2 or something
>in crib
>get up and look through the bars
>dad comes and picks me up
it's pretty strange since the second oldest memories I have are all of preschool and stupid roasties babysitting me swinging me too high and giving me a heart attack

>>38221812
I was about 3. I woke up one day and it felt like the day I actually grew a soul.

>>38221812
Being wheeled down a hospital hallway on those surgery beds. Going in and out of conscious. I get to the surgery room with completely black doctors standing over me. Only able to see the colour of their gloves when they reach down to my face. They move the light over my face.

Then I wake up in my bedroom staring out my window. I get up and wonder who all these people are, (my mother, my sisters) As my sisters were running out to the bus for school.

Memory accord around 3-4 years of age.

I remember my fourth birthday party perfectly, but my most distant memory is my sister's birth, when I was two and a half.