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I remember my mum going away when my gran was poorly, and my dad’s sister staying with us. I’d have been just a bit under four.
I’ve got a few scattered memories from about that age, but they really only go back clearly to when I was five or six. |
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Oh, I can just remember going to see my gran too, although it’s really vague. More a feeling than a memory. An old lady in a big blue chair. I remember walking along the wall outside, holding my mum’s hand.  |
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Two spring to mind. I must have been about 6-7.
1. The Pit
I had terrible nightmares for several consecutive nights about The Pit. It was a wide hole in the ground, perhaps 40-50 ft in diameter, and I stood on the edge. Absolute terror oozed from The Pit.
I dreamt that I was falling slowly in to it. Over and over again. I can still see the patterns it made, like a kaleidoscope, in my mind's eye.
2. The Disc
I can picture clearly laying in the field (we had a few acres). Looking up at the little fluffy clouds (there's a an Orb song there, but this was decades before The Orb).
I remember the people in the disc escorting me to the ground, and telling me they would return soon. They never did. I remember gazing up at the clouds, feeling sad and wondering when they would return. |
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Errrrrrr, I can't remember 
I'm not sure if I can remember my first day at school or whether my "recollections" are simply pieced together from the thing being regaled to me over and over and my Dad's pictures of the day? Might be false memories. |
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At nursery school my mum got me some red clogs and I loved them later that day another child stole a hobby horse of me so I kicked them with my new red clogs needles to say I wasn’t allowed to go in them any more. |
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Me being in pre school, I hated it. Big boys sat at the back of the classroom and I was at the front. The teacher, she was such an old bad tempered battle-axe, she was teaching us to knit. I couldn't do it so I ran out the room crying and sat on the stairs. I just wanted to go home. |
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I can recall my earliest memories of being around 2 yrs old - memories no child should ever have. By the time I was 4 I hadn't realised the girl who came to live with us was in fact, my elder sister. Both of us were in and out of the care system or I, with my dad's parents.
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before I could walk so earlier than 11 months laying on my grandparents floor and seeing a giant animal. I realised years later it was their cat  .
My next memory is sitting at the end of my brothers pram in the kitchen and it tipped up with us both in it, I was probably about 2 and a half then |
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First at 3 waking up on xmas day to find a baby doll in my old cot that was still in my room next to my bed! I still have her sat on drawers in my bedroom and my first day at school just turned 4 my mum said she would wait in the cloak room! But when I came out at play time she was not there x |
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By *exysuzi and Mr.SCouple
over a year ago
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I can remember practicing my dance for hours and hours, then when I was finally on stage skiping very delicately, pointing my toes at each skip to the front of the stage, and shouting and waving to my granny who had come to watch my very first dancing display. I was 3 at the time, I did become more professional on the stage over the years xxxxxxx Suzi |
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I have a few memories from when I was about three or four years old. I lived in Los Angeles, California. I remember the Henry Moore fountain at UCLA where my dad worked. I used to sit on the wall next to it and drink chocolate milk. One day it was drained for maintenance and I had an irrational fear of it. I remember the day in first grade where out teacher showed us 'the paddle' (like a cricket bat with holes in it) and told us we'd be hit with it if we misbehaved. And I remember the first time I wore glasses and could actually see all the words I'd been taught to read. |
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For me it's got to be at about 4 years old watching the big hairy arsed Hells Angel's biker and his mates that lived next door to us searching the gardens and bushes with spare motorbike headlights wired to batteries for our rabbit that had escaped in the pitch dark for my mum because me and my brother were crying our little hearts out that the rabbit had got out and would get eaten by foxes.
The same guy used to make his mates cost their bikes from the top of the road if it was late so they didn't wake us kids up at night lol |
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Aah my bad the fountain was George Tsutakawa but there was a Henry Moore in the sculpture garden nearby. I looked it up, it's still there. Crazy I could remember a fountain from when I was a toddler. |
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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago
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Okay, might be a long one.
Joseph Campbell in an interview with Jung asked, “what was your earliest memories?”
“Building little stone structures” was the answer.
“And how did that effect you?”
“I looked at what effected what effected what. It resulted in me building my quirky castle, thank you Joseph”.
Don’t knock first memories and there effect on your life. |
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I have a distant broken memory of terror, pressure, light, pain, shapeless horror, wordless impressions of open space and weight. Now it is just a fragmentary memory of a dream, but a dream that I know I've had on occasion even before any other coherent memory.
I have sometimes wondered if this is in fact a birth memory. |
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I can remember my sister taking me to nursery, big huge house Georgian I think in New Town of Edinburgh. I can also remember going to speech therapy as I didn’t like speaking much. |
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"For me it's got to be at about 4 years old watching the big hairy arsed Hells Angel's biker and his mates that lived next door to us searching the gardens and bushes with spare motorbike headlights wired to batteries for our rabbit that had escaped in the pitch dark for my mum because me and my brother were crying our little hearts out that the rabbit had got out and would get eaten by foxes.
The same guy used to make his mates cost their bikes from the top of the road if it was late so they didn't wake us kids up at night lol"
Did u find bunny? X |
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"For me it's got to be at about 4 years old watching the big hairy arsed Hells Angel's biker and his mates that lived next door to us searching the gardens and bushes with spare motorbike headlights wired to batteries for our rabbit that had escaped in the pitch dark for my mum because me and my brother were crying our little hearts out that the rabbit had got out and would get eaten by foxes.
The same guy used to make his mates cost their bikes from the top of the road if it was late so they didn't wake us kids up at night lol
Did u find bunny? X"
Yup they did |
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When I was young, must have been 10 or 11, owls started delivering letters to my aunty and uncles house (that’s where I was living at the time) and my uncle wouldn’t let me open any, I remember it being weird because they were addressed to me, anyway not long after a fella with a pretty weird name turned up to the house and… oh no wait, that’s Harry Potter |
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Oh god sitting in a hospital bed with the nurses looking after me and playing games when I tipped a kettle of boiling water over me.
Luckily only have a few scars and none on my face. Ones pretty cool as people think it looks like I got shot hahaha. They thought I'd have to have plastic surgery but thankfully healed really well and never really suffered with spots. Pros and cons I guess  |
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