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My earliest memory is climbing up on the Everest high counter in our kitchen trying to get the jam to make a yummy bread and jam sandwich and knocking the jam out of the shelf onto the ground.

SPLAAAATTTT. Glass and jam everywhere.

Never got that darned sandwich as after that it all went blank.

SLAAAAPPPP

I remember a yellow baby potty with a white duck head coming out of it. I used to sit down on it for hours. I was probably 2 or 3 years old and I looked just like a tiny budda.

One of my earliest memories, which may also be a figment of my imagination, is my parents coming into my room to take my bottle, which I had been attached to for quite an embarrassing length of time.

I woke up as they were manoeuvring it out of my tight grip, and was quickly placated by the reassuring explanation – the swans needed it for their home.

Swans? Pah! What kind of a pathetic story is that? Whether it was my imagination, or their imagination, lesson learned: don’t write fiction.

@Kieran I honestly couldn’t help but LOL at that!

@Angel Aww sounds adorable.

@Ellen A swan!? That’s really random!

My earliest memory, (thankfully still knocking about) would be in my 2-3 year old era.

I had a blue raincoat and the pocket had 2 fishes in it. Somehow, they had sewn water and two plastic fishes into the pocket. Although it amazed me, it used to drive me mad that I couldn’t get the fishes out and I remembering looking up at my mum in frustration trying to at least get the words out that would ask the question – how did those fishes get in there??

I never found out.

Oh wait, I did.

Oh how I miss my raincoat.

My earliest memory, I was about 5, is falling down a hole in Roscommon and being stuck there for what seemed like hours before I was rescued. Still gives me nightmares and I haven’t been back to Roscommon…

@Stacey That’s so cute, but it’s also an interesting way of highlighting the frustration children feel when they are unable to communicate with words, despite being capable of understanding language. It’s why I talk to children the same way I would with an adult, they can understand far more than we give them credit for.

@Paysan That’s terrible, you poor thing. I’m sorry your earliest memory is a traumatic one.

Well, mine is somewhat multicultural. We lived in Australia and when I was about 4 and my parents are watching a Greek movie on Australian Television. An elderly Greek woman (a neighbor I think) asked what was all the text at the bottom of the screen.

I vividly remember my father explaining subtitles and the fact that most Australians do not understand Greek.

I remember stealing my mother’s wodden jewelry box to bury my dead gold fish in, but I did not dig the hole deep enough and the top was sticking out of the earth, next day the lid was open and he was gone :( LMAO very funny now. Mother also not impressed.

@Marinos @John Thanks for sharing these guys :)

What a good question to ask!
Mine is looking down at a cattle grate (entrance to caravan park) and trying to think of a way around it. I was about 4.

Those damm cattle grates used to perplex me and my tiny feet too.

My earliest memory is our uncle (and your godfather) dropping me down the stairs in our house.

I was sitting on the gate at the top of the stairs and he was holding me under my arms, then I leaned back slightly and he was no longer holding me.

Thunk thunk thunk thunk……………..

Well it’s no worse then when you pushed me down the stairs while I was inside the laundry bin.

:P