I can remember learning to see in three dimensions - that what I was seeing was objects in space rather than simply different colored patches on a flat background. I think it was a big mistake because my vision has always been shit. Something clicked before it should have.
I was in my crib, holding the spindles and looking between them at the room around me.
I remember playing with a wire controlled car when I was about 3. It was a battery powered f1 style red car and it had yellow bumper wheels on the corners to allow it to not get stuck when it hit a wall. It had a ‘remote’ that was connected to the car by a short cable. It had 2 buttons, one to go forwards and one to go backwards. It could go straight backwards but it would go in a circle forwards. It had been a gift from my aunt and uncle and my father stepped on it to break it because it bothered him.
Second memory, I’m walking into the yard on a summer evening. I open the gate, look up, and then towards the entrance door. The fence is green but the paint is chipping because it crumbles under my fingers. The sky is all sunset colors; blue, purple, orange, and the sun is blocked by the great big apricot tree between the house and the garage.
I was 3 and I was sitting on the floor at my grandparent’s house. My mom and her mom were hugging and crying because my grandpa had recently passed away.
My earliest really solid memory was getting our first dog when I was about 3-4 years old. I remember odd bits and pieces from before then, but that’s probably the earliest thing I can conjur up in any significant detail. Things before that are just kind of brief flashes and glimpses with no real context, glimpses of preschool, Christmas, playing with different toys, etc. but I remember the days leading up to bringing her home very well, my mom finding a classified ad in the newspaper, she was advertised as a chocolate lab (she was white and gold, and maybe there was lab in her mix somewhere but that wouldn’t have been my first guess, didn’t matter once we met her, she meshed right into our family like she’d always been part of it)
Interestingly it’s also my sister’s earliest memory, she would have been about 2, so definitely a very important moment in both of our lives.
I remember walking around in the backyard during a party my parents were having. I couldn’t have been more than 3, since I had no siblings yet. It’s a super vague, and weird memory of basically nothing but one that has stuck with me since as long as I can remember.
I was probably 3, i remember walking up to my great grandpa, who was seated, and putting my hands on his knees. My mom asking me if I knew who he was and i was like “yup, that’s grandpa Jim”.
I have a fair few from when I was very young, but mostly indescribable feelings like specific textures/sights etc. However, the first meaningful memory I had was waking up on holiday in some kind of resort (I believe I was 3, like most other people posting here) and I screamed, not knowing where I was in the middle of the night. If I recall correctly, my parents had carried me from the car straight to the bed in the hotel room.
I’ve got a memory from pre-k where I was basically refusing to participate in nap time and got kicked out of class and ultimately kicked out of Pre-K entirely. I don’t remember a lot of the details but I do remember not wanting to take a and then getting kicked out to go to the toddler daycare room something like that
I’m not sure how old I am, maybe three or four. It’s the only memory I have from the first place my parents lived in. I’m outside the garage and I’ve got a hammer.
My mother is smashing computer components and I’m “helping”. I remember being so fascinated with what they were and how they worked. I was particularly enthralled by what I now recognize were the internals of a hard drive. The platter is just so shiny! This memory sparks a long term interest in computers.
Later I’d learn my father had been caught consuming particularly violent BDSM pornography.
I was like 3. We were moving into a new home, my brother and I are sitting on the front steps and the driveway is just gravel and rebar, no concrete yet.
Nothing special about it, just a memory of sitting there with my older brother on a warm day. I’d bet we went to the park afterwards but can’t recall.
I have vague memory of the house before that. The curtains in my room for some reason. Nothing particular, just them moving in the wind. .
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