What is you earliest recollection of life?

Swan · 07-29-2004, 12:16 AM

What is your earliest recollection of life? How old were you? What were you doing? Was it a happy time or a sad time?

Typhoid · 07-29-2004, 12:21 AM

I was 3. I lived in East Van at the time, and we were at my aunts house, ( wich is down the street now) and i was asking for more Jell-o, and got it, and her son didnt like that, so he chased me around a coffee table, and then i slipped on a bat, and split my nose open on the corner of the table. My mom screamed, picked me up and started running me to the hspital, which would have taken 10 hours. Some lady offered a ride.

When i was getting the stitches out it took 3 nurses, the doctor and my dad to hold me down because i was running on adrenaline, and apparently fearing for my life, so i was stronger than 5 adults. The nose splitting resulted in 16 stitches and a permanent semi-closing of my nostils which leads me to sniff alot because my nostrils are small on the inside. So people think i snort coke, or just dont blow my nose.

I would say this isnt the happyest of memories.

Jonbo298 · 07-29-2004, 12:39 AM

The earliest is either being in pre-school and painting this butterfly picture that my grandma still has to this day..or one time someone in my family left a cigarette lying on a porch (not put out). Curious me decided to touch it. Resulted in a small burn and much crying ensued

Dyne · 07-29-2004, 02:56 AM

Hmm, me being back in Ontario, I think. Falling out of my closet after crawling in and spraining my knee, scarring my left eye permanently in a freak pool accident.. I don't remember exactly, but yeah. Ontario memories.

Bube · 07-29-2004, 05:01 AM

I was 8 or 9 months old. Yes. Months. I was sitting with my parents (well, my mother was holding me in her arms, I wasn't really sitting) near a fountain in Holland. And I was drinking some apple juice.

I'm not making this up. I asked my parents if I was imagining this, and they were very surprised that I could remember it.

Dark Samurai · 07-29-2004, 08:58 AM

I was 4 and in kindergarden, I was making paper airplanes, and since my planes were best, some of the other kids were jealous. When my mom picked me up, I turned around, and saw them looking at me, so I gave them the finger (you know which one I'm talking about). Later my mom took me to get some "horchata" (hispanic rice drink, if you get the chance, get some, very refreshing), and just talked the day away.

And thats THE earliest that I can remember. Its also one of my fondest memories, lol.