Childhood Memories

My very first-ever memory was on my fourth birthday. I remember going into my parents' bedroom early in the morning and my mother asking me how old I was. I remember holding up three fingers and her shaking her head. "No, not any more," she said with a smile. I held up four fingers and she nodded her head. "Yes, it's your birthday. You're four years old today!" I remember giggling, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. I can't remember the rest of that day, though; just that one part of it.

My earliest childhood memory was also when my younger brother was born. I was a year and a half. I was at home with my older brother who was then five years old. He told me that my parents were gone because they were on a train ride to a faraway market where they were going to buy us a new baby. I guess this memory stuck because the image of my parents in a train and then going to a place where babies are sold kept replaying in my mind from the time my older brother told me about it until my parents and baby brother went home from the hospital. =)

I remember a couple of things that happened to me when I was about one and a half to two years old. I wasn't weaned or mom was in the process of weaning me I had to take some real bad tasting medicine and Mom would let me have a little "fresh" milk to wash it down. Also when Mom was weaning me she would make me what they called sugar t*ts. They were butter and sugar mixed up and tied in a small cloth. I could suck the butter and sugar through the cloth. I also remember about that tome falling in the duck pond. I remember having just a diaper on. I slipped in the mud on the bank of the duck pond and went in it feet first. I was bo4rn in January of 1939 and in the spring of 1942 I remember my oldest brother walking down the road from the house on his way to go into the Army. Some of the oddest things we can remember.

I think my earliest childhood memory that I can remember clearly would be when my younger brother was born.I remember my mom going to the hospital while we stayed with my aunt and uncle and then a couple hours later he drove me n my sister to the hospital and we met my younger brother.I also remember stopping for icecream and hotdogs and my dad being all nervous LOL..I was also 4 btw.

It isn't a memory as such, but I remember waking up in my mum and dads room and looking up to see a sloping ceiling. I mentioned this to my mum when i was about 10, and she told me that I must have been about 3 months old when this happened, as that's when we moved out of the house with that ceiling. I dont have any other memories from that early though, so it's weird that i have this one memory from so early on in life!

My earliest childhood recollection is when when we were 9, my sister and I were riding bikes along the creek that was next to our house. We found a feral cat 'fishing.' The cat would bend down and just take a small fish in it's mouth. It was just amazing to see nature at work!