Where does your childhood memory begin? Mine begins at age two.
By tjades
@tjades (3591)
Jamaica
May 4, 2008 11:37pm CST
I can remember my mom being pregnant with my youngest sister. I knew there was a baby inside her tommy and that was why it was so big.
I also remember when she went away for a while and came back with the little baby. And I remember the baby being in the crib and we couldnt play with her as we wanted to because she was so small amd delicate.
I remember my mom washing, cooking, cleaning, combing our hair, pressing. Whew. There just never seemed to be an end in sight for all the work. I remember on Sunday evenings when we were all clean and dressed in nice clothes smelling yummy and we'd go for our Sunday evening stroll.
I do remember quite a bit. Sometimes I can even remember a particular item of clothing that mom used to wear or piece of mine that I loved.
How about you?
Where does your childhood memory begin?
Care to share some of your memories?
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@paid2write (5201)
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6 May 08
I can remember my school days but I really can't remember anything from before I started school, except for very vague general memories of my parents and sister as they were then.
The things I think I can remember from my early days are actually events from photos taken at the time, which I looked at later in life.
@tjades (3591)
• Jamaica
9 May 08
I wish I had photos taken of things around me before I was two. There arent that many so that part of my memory/imagination is totally blank.
Good thing you have photos to look back on even if they are not your actual memories. Thanks for sharing Paid2write. (l0l)
@kdogg3270 (29)
• United States
5 May 08
i can remember being around 2yrs old playing at the dinner table one night, and falling out of my high chair, lol.
@Xdrowninghavocx (3117)
• United States
5 May 08
Mine begins around two also. I do have some vague detail of when I was one. I can remember looking outside of of my crib and looking at the walls and ceiling. I even remember the colors and objects that were staring back at me. When I was two, I remember the fights I used to have with everyone that told me I couldn't do something. I kicked and I cried until I got my way. Usually, my family had to buy something to calm me down. I was a brat on most days. But, I was a quiet brat. I spent most of my time with my toys and never complained about too much that was happening. Since I don't hae any siblings, my days were spent playing solo with my toys. I didn't mind though. I liked solitude.
