Among Friends

[JYWilliams]

For me it would be 4 years old. I rememer getting chicken pox and having to go see a Specialist because one eye had chicken pox in it. And I remember him saying that if it moved to the center of my eye that I would go blind. 

[house_cat]

Omgosh!

My forum friends never disappoint!

What great memories!

[photodreamr]

My earlist memory that can be verified was before I was two.  I remembe this big man with a cigar who would hold me and speak very quietly to me.  I told my parents and grandmother and they said they did not know who I was talking about.

One day my grandmother ws going through old photos and I saw the man.  I asked my grandmother who he was.  She told me it was my grandfater that died  a month before I turned two yeard old.  She said I was his favorite and would hold me all the time.  Then she said there no way I could remember this.

I have a baby rattle that he gave me when I first came home from the hospital.  Somehow it has stayed with me, I moved alot. 

At odd times, I smell the cigar smoke, even though no one whre I was or linving at smokes.  Maybe I just felt loved and safe then.

[sweetee2]

I not sure how old I was maybe 2, we were living in an apartment complex and they had a sandbox. I remember sitting in it with a rope tied around my waist and the other end was tied to a  fence.

A few years ago I was talking to my dad about it and he said "do you remember being brought home by a police officer ". I said no. Well now I know why I was tide up to the fence.

[wilma]

Wow! I am impressed that some of you remember things from when you were so young. I don’t remember anything when I was that young. 

My my earliest memory is when I was around 4 years old. I was at home with Mom on a Sunday morning. Dad, my aunt, and my brother were at church. I remember someone calling to tell my mom that Dad was in a car wreck in the parking lot of the church. I remember them coming home and telling the story of what happened. 

[Newgate]

I was about 3 or 4 and my mother's brother had just come home from serving in WW2.   He walked in the door and wanted to hold me but I didn't know him and cried.

He felt so dissapointed and hurt I am sure.  

As I grew up I talked about that moment to him and how that must have felt to him but he, of course, told me he understood because I was so young.

We did have many fun and loving times together.   He passed away about 5 yrs. ago at the age of 90!

[CrazyKittyLvr2]

I must have been between 2 and 3.  At a family reunion my Mom and her 2 sisters were talking about our house, their childhood home.  I said something about the green bedroom. Mom said you can't remember that you must have seen a picture.  All pictures back then were black and white. I described different rooms and furniture. My memory scared Mom. I can remember not only dates of events  from decades ago but what I was wearing. 

[jeanlake]

I was a few months away from age 3 and I remember being in a parent's arms, in the front yard, and family of five was looking at the sky. My older brother was crying. A tornado was passing overhead and we didn't have a basement. My parent's first Midwest tornado experience after moving from North Carolina. I remember dark clouds and wind. All of our hair and clothes were blowing around. The story from other family is tornado touched down a few blocks from my home and the high school blew away. A For Sale sign blew into our yard from Kansas (we lived in Western Missouri) and dad kept it in the garage for a long time. My grandparents lent my dad $500 to build a storm shelter.

I know typically almost 3 is young for memories. However, my daughter remembers sneaking out of the house and going to the park -- I ran up and down the streets like a crazy person and spotted her in a police car. She told the officers our last name was Ferguson -- what? She stole a big wheel when the police officer found her. She was 2 1/2. 

I'm enjoying all your stories - great post!      

[Annabellethecat66]

I remember everything about the house I lived in from the the time I was 3 months old until my Dad sold the house (it's still there) when I was 13.

I'm sure it's been changed somewhat.  The basement is now finished off, more bathrooms added, but it was a townhouse so not a lot could be done.  We called them row houses back then.

My Aunt, grandmother and father raised me.  My aunt made all of her amazing cakes from scratch.  She crocheted all of the time.

I remember a lot about growing up.  It wasn't easy but it was all I knew.  I survived a difficult childhood.  So did my late husband....that's what we initially bonded over.

[vacationday]

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@sweetee2 wrote:

I not sure how old I was maybe 2, we were living in an apartment complex and they had a sandbox. I remember sitting in it with a rope tied around my waist and the other end was tied to a  fence.

A few years ago I was talking to my dad about it and he said "do you remember being brought home by a police officer ". I said no. Well now I know why I was tide up to the fence.

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People can have memories when something profound or traumatic occurs in their young lives.