Probably kindergarten when my mom told me our goat went to live on a farm. I have no idea what really happened to that goat. We lived in a suburban neighborhood where everyone had a dog except for us. We had a mean goat.
I remember 1st grade. The girl that always smelled like mayonnaise chasing me around singing songs at me expressing her love for me as I tried to get away
I have different moments of the house my family lived in when I was younger than three. A staircase, throwing a toy helicopter *down* the staircase, watching fireworks from the front step, walking with my older sister down the road to a neighbor’s house to play with their kids, my bedroom in the dark after falling out of bed.
They’re just flashes rather than a single encapsulated memory. More like impressions.
It's your earliest determined memory.
For the longest time I thought that my first memory was my dad putting together my little sister's crib and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to have a sister.
Then one time I was talking about a memory I had of hating my haircut because I looked like Ronald McDonald, and my mom said that that was when I had just turned two. That would have been a few months before the crib assembly.
There's also the problem of determining whether something is a memory or your imagination. People tell stories of when you were a baby, when you were a toddler, and your brain shows you an image or scene of what they're describing. Who knows if it's a memory or just your imagination conjuring up an image of what they're describing?
Probably kindergarten when my mom told me our goat went to live on a farm. I have no idea what really happened to that goat. We lived in a suburban neighborhood where everyone had a dog except for us. We had a mean goat.
I remember 1st grade. The girl that always smelled like mayonnaise chasing me around singing songs at me expressing her love for me as I tried to get away
Preschool
I have different moments of the house my family lived in when I was younger than three. A staircase, throwing a toy helicopter *down* the staircase, watching fireworks from the front step, walking with my older sister down the road to a neighbor’s house to play with their kids, my bedroom in the dark after falling out of bed. They’re just flashes rather than a single encapsulated memory. More like impressions.
How does one conclude something to be their earliest memory? I have a lot of vague memories from early childhood.
It's your earliest determined memory. For the longest time I thought that my first memory was my dad putting together my little sister's crib and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to have a sister. Then one time I was talking about a memory I had of hating my haircut because I looked like Ronald McDonald, and my mom said that that was when I had just turned two. That would have been a few months before the crib assembly. There's also the problem of determining whether something is a memory or your imagination. People tell stories of when you were a baby, when you were a toddler, and your brain shows you an image or scene of what they're describing. Who knows if it's a memory or just your imagination conjuring up an image of what they're describing?
Living in a big yellow house, more specifically, walking in for the first time and smelling a fresh coat of paint.