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What Is Your First Memory?

March 30, 2021

What is your first memory? I mean your very first memory, the very first thing you can recall from your past.

Our minds are capable to remembering things from a long, long time ago. However, everyone’s memory seems to have different limitations on how far back they go. Some can remember things from their infancy and others only recall their lives beginning at various ages in childhood, often in grade school. Still others seem to block everything out before a certain point. Where do you fit in?

Personally, I can recall quite vividly stomping on cockroaches in Des Moines, Iowa when I was very, very young. How young? According to my mother, I was sixย months old and just learning how to walk. I recall the basement of the house where we lived. It had a grated drain in the middle of the room where an old washing machine was located. I remember that machine as well. It was one of those hand-cranked roller affairs that disappeared all together in the late 1950s. Around the grate, I would see cockroaches. Being a barbaric toddler, I would try to crush them with my little Buster Brown shoes.

My father claimed to have remembered his older sister changing his clothes on a granite table in Austria. In fact he remembered the incident vividly, including the surroundings in the room at the time. However, his sister died when my father was six months old. His memory too must have extended into the first few months of his life. It is interesting that his memory of such an early event stayed with him for over 88 years.

In checking with others, I have found that memories usually coalesce about the time of kindergarten. Some are fuzzy and some are crystal clear. Again, I remember spilling soap on a young girl’s dress when I was in the first grade. Her name was Sandy and I was reprimanded for being sloppy. On the other side of the memory scale, I have spoken to many childhood friends and they recall nothing that I remember from over 60 years ago.

Take a minute and think back as far as you can. What is your first memory? Let us know here on this forum.

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24 Comments
  1. I remember my first airplane ride when I was two.

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  2. Great post! I loved this one. I remember when I was nine months old and my parents had left me with my grandparents when they went to Europe for about six weeks. My grandparents took care of me. I vividly remember my grandfather’s smiling face. He carried me around a lot, and he even danced with me. He loved to dance. I am so happy that I have this memory of this beautiful man. He died of a heart attack, (very sudden and unexpected when he was fifty-two. I was only a year and a half at the time. I remember playing on the floor of my grandmother’s house and everyone was talking at the same time…the day of his funeral. I am so glad I had this time with someone I love so very much for those six precious weeks.

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    • That is a strong memory indeed! Most of what we remember are special events or random times that made a big impression on us.

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      • Yes, for me it is a very comforting memory. I think perhaps, it is a gift from God. I lost my grandfather at a very young age, and yet all these years, I have felt him close in spirit, Love is the most powerful force that there is. Since I read your post, I have been jotting down other early memories. Thank you so much for posing such a great question. There is much that I remember…some seemingly random events. It is very interesting what details come back to us.

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  3. I had a little turntable and Dad gave me some of his 73 rpm records. It was before I could read, but if someone asked me to play a certain song, I would put on the correct one. I remember being proud of that.

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  4. Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2 and commented:
    This is an interesting topic. It was an assignment in my creative writing class in Dublin 25 years ago.

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  5. Stepping on cockroaches–that’s a disturbing image. I remember playing catch with bunnies with my brother. We were around 2 or 3. We killed them all. Terrible, yes?

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  6. Another Janet here — My earliest memory is of my bedridden grandfather gently poking me in the stomach with his cane and rubbing the back of my hand up his stubbled face to make me laugh. He died when I was not quite three-and-a-half years old. Thank you for prompting me to remember those special memories. He was the only grandparent still alive when I was born.

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  7. I remember kindergarten nap time. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  8. I have some memories from about age 3, but nothing earlier.

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  9. This is a great post, Allen.
    I often thought about it.
    I have two distinguished memories, not sure which one is older though.
    In one I was in kindergarten, maybe 6 years old, playing with wooden building blocks. They were of different colors. My kids had similar ones too, much later ๐Ÿ™‚
    Second, I was at an aunt’s farm and my cousin and I were chased by / chasing guinea fowls round an ancient arbor in the front yard. They seemed huge. They would have been not, but that’s how I perceived them. So I must have been younger, and shorter. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    Thank you, Chris
    My earliest was watching my Dad and my Uncle having to dismantle my cot to get it into the house we were moving into… I was about 19 months old. I was so upset till they put it back together.

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  11. I found you through GP’s blog, and came for a casual visit. Imagine my surprise to find your first memory associated with Des Moines. My first memory is of an incident that took place while I was sitting in my high chair in — Newton! I watched my mother capture a mouse under her sink with a white enamel dishpan, with a red lip. She threw the pan over the mouse and said, “There. That’ll hold you until he gets home.” ‘He,’ of course, was my dad.

    What’s especially odd is that the memory’s almost purely visual. I know it was 8:15 in the morning, because I can still ‘see’ the clock on the wall. At that age, of course, I couldn’t tell time, but many years later, I could interpret the position of the clock’s hands. The funniest thing of all was describing every detail to my mother many years later — even the yellow and white gingham curtains at the window.

    This was fun to remember. I’m glad I came by — and yes, I did enjoy what I read at GP’s, too.

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    • Thanks for stopping by. Mt blog is very eclectic and is published twice a week. As you have already seen, I have a great reverence for the past and a lot of what I publish is based on nostalgia. I am also an author of several books, all available on Amazon. I loved your story and it goes to prove once again that our memories are absolute. Happy Easter!

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