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describe your earliest memory , how old where you?
I was 2 or 21/2 my mom was crossing the street to go swimming at the neighboors, i stood at the curb crying cause I wanted to go with her, then i seen my Dad at the front door calling me back inside.
I think 2 is pretty young to have memories anyone else?
I think 2 is pretty young to have memories anyone else?
I find this so interesting because my first memory was of the chicken pox at age 6 or 7 (I just asked my mother about that today) I only remember a quick little falsh of memory.
My sitting at our checkerboard table while my Great Uncle taught me how to play. But I don't actually remember having the chicken pox. Just the learning checkers part.
And then my memory jumps to 5th grade when I had a crush on a teacher who worked in the elemenatry school I went to. I can remember his name but can't remember the name of my own 5th grade teahcer!
To me remembering being 3 or 4 sounds impossible...forget about remembering my birth!:)
My sitting at our checkerboard table while my Great Uncle taught me how to play. But I don't actually remember having the chicken pox. Just the learning checkers part.
And then my memory jumps to 5th grade when I had a crush on a teacher who worked in the elemenatry school I went to. I can remember his name but can't remember the name of my own 5th grade teahcer!
To me remembering being 3 or 4 sounds impossible...forget about remembering my birth!:)
I remember bits and pieces of learning how to talk, but not enough to really be able to tell people how the process works. For instance I remember my parents taking me upstairs and putting me in the crib. I had a diaper on. I had the runs, but I didn't realize it. My dad and mom were in the same room by my crib. My dad said to my mom, "You have got to be kidding." At the time I was looking down at my leg where the stuff ran down. Yuck... I associated the phrase and the word "kidding" with that mental image for a while. As an older child, teenager and adult I know what the phrase means and I no longer associate "kidding" with poo, but as a small child and toddler, that image came to mind. I also remember crawling out of my crib (another time). It was night time. I don't remember what I was crawling on, but I was looking out the window and saw something flapping on a pole. I though the word "scarf" Also I find interesting with memories if I didn't register an object in my surroundings, it shows up as a shape or non existant.
I also remember breaking my crib. I was around 4 years old. I think I knew if I shook the bars (which I didn't know the name at the time) enough, either my parents would come or the bars would break. One day I shook them and got a surprise. I held on to my side. My parents came rushing in. I don't remember much of what they were saying except one phrase. They said they were going to get a new bed.
In my memory I remember complaining, "I don't want a new bed. I like it this way!" and I crawled in and out onto the mattress that was resting on the floor. I think I was trying to say, "See! See! Easier!" but I'm not fully sure. I remember saying a word to that effect that meant the same. But when I ask my parents, they say I didn't say anything or they don't remember. I also know even back then at age 4 I'd reflect on past memories. I thought it was neat to be sleeping on different beds. First the crib, then the couch, then a hammock (really an army cot) then the couch (after the cot split out) and then later a bunk bed that I chose.
For me it was a big step getting out of the crib because I enjoyed the comfort it had and the closed in feeling. I also liked how I could put blankets over the top or the sides. But as nice as it was, it was darn annoying to have to hike my leg up to get over the bars...('m not sure if my parents liked it that I could get out.)
I also remember being forced to read for Kindergarten. I'd look at the words but they didn't make sense. I also remember having to sing the alphabit song and I couldn't get the order of the letters. My dad was sort of a tough guy. He wouldn't let me rest or have a real break until I did what he wanted. That caused a lot of conflict. But then again even though I may not have liked it then, perhaps his toughness is what helped me in the long run.
If I can, I use my early memories to try to help parents with autistic children. I can't relate to the parenting experience, but I may or may not be able to relate to their children. That gives me an advantage if I can verbalize what I did back then and explain what my motives were. In turn that helps them to understand how their child may feel.
I also remember breaking my crib. I was around 4 years old. I think I knew if I shook the bars (which I didn't know the name at the time) enough, either my parents would come or the bars would break. One day I shook them and got a surprise. I held on to my side. My parents came rushing in. I don't remember much of what they were saying except one phrase. They said they were going to get a new bed.
In my memory I remember complaining, "I don't want a new bed. I like it this way!" and I crawled in and out onto the mattress that was resting on the floor. I think I was trying to say, "See! See! Easier!" but I'm not fully sure. I remember saying a word to that effect that meant the same. But when I ask my parents, they say I didn't say anything or they don't remember. I also know even back then at age 4 I'd reflect on past memories. I thought it was neat to be sleeping on different beds. First the crib, then the couch, then a hammock (really an army cot) then the couch (after the cot split out) and then later a bunk bed that I chose.
For me it was a big step getting out of the crib because I enjoyed the comfort it had and the closed in feeling. I also liked how I could put blankets over the top or the sides. But as nice as it was, it was darn annoying to have to hike my leg up to get over the bars...('m not sure if my parents liked it that I could get out.)
I also remember being forced to read for Kindergarten. I'd look at the words but they didn't make sense. I also remember having to sing the alphabit song and I couldn't get the order of the letters. My dad was sort of a tough guy. He wouldn't let me rest or have a real break until I did what he wanted. That caused a lot of conflict. But then again even though I may not have liked it then, perhaps his toughness is what helped me in the long run.
If I can, I use my early memories to try to help parents with autistic children. I can't relate to the parenting experience, but I may or may not be able to relate to their children. That gives me an advantage if I can verbalize what I did back then and explain what my motives were. In turn that helps them to understand how their child may feel.
mj----i find your memories interseting,Im sure you did think in words,I also find it interesting that being autistic your memorie is the youngest of all who have responded, with the exception of mike who of corse remembers being born.
the senses are amazing I have a brother in law who has been blind since birth yet he speaks of seeing, I wonder what he see, he claims he dreams I wonder what that is like
the senses are amazing I have a brother in law who has been blind since birth yet he speaks of seeing, I wonder what he see, he claims he dreams I wonder what that is like
Birth
That grandpa died some time after my 2nd birthday so I had to have been very young to have remembered the moment.
I also remember bits and pieces of learning words and how to talk. There was a time where I'd hear a word and associate it with whatever I was looking at the moment. So when we lived in Colorado, the word "Denver" came up a lot. I'd define "Denver" with whatever I was observing or thinking of at the moment.
When they talk about getting autistic children into early intervention to understand speech, I believe that is the time it needs to be done.
I also remember bits and pieces of being potty trained around age 4. Fun... Yes... I have quite a few memories of my early years, lol.
I also remember bits and pieces of learning words and how to talk. There was a time where I'd hear a word and associate it with whatever I was looking at the moment. So when we lived in Colorado, the word "Denver" came up a lot. I'd define "Denver" with whatever I was observing or thinking of at the moment.
When they talk about getting autistic children into early intervention to understand speech, I believe that is the time it needs to be done.
I also remember bits and pieces of being potty trained around age 4. Fun... Yes... I have quite a few memories of my early years, lol.
About 1 1/2 or 2 years old. I was with my biological grandpa. He was in a wheel chair and I was in a big huge white area (that seems to be how the background shows up in my memory of that moment). I crawled up to him and sat on his lap. I have quite a few other memories around age 3-4. I remember most of the houses we've lived in except maybe the very first house that we lived in when I was born.
It makes it interesting because I have PDD NOS (a type of autism), which means I was not verbal until some time after 4 years old. What I find interesting is I remember being able to think in words around the time and thought I spoke them. But when I ask if I said anything my parents said no. Which makes me wonder some things about non verbal autism. I believe quite a few nonverbal autistic people can think words or pictures or things, but not be able to fully verbalize what they are thinking.
It makes it interesting because I have PDD NOS (a type of autism), which means I was not verbal until some time after 4 years old. What I find interesting is I remember being able to think in words around the time and thought I spoke them. But when I ask if I said anything my parents said no. Which makes me wonder some things about non verbal autism. I believe quite a few nonverbal autistic people can think words or pictures or things, but not be able to fully verbalize what they are thinking.
I have no idea how old I was, but I've been told after describing the surroundings to my father and grandparents that I must have been 2 1/2 - 3 years old. We moved quite a lot around back then but that's the only red house we've lived in as a complete family.
Actually it's a cold, but heartwarming wintermemory. My oldest sister and I decided to spy on neighbors. Later that evening still outside we plotted together and made a plan of running away from home. Ok, siblings... They do that to proove they belong together right? lol. After the moon showed up and we'd been hiding in at the side of the road in the deep snow for a while, we got tired of waiting for someone to start shouting and looking for us so we did return home slowly. Mom and dad were both waiting for us. Mom got the wet and cold clothes off us and very tucked into warming wool-blankets both my sister and I were served hot chocolate. That's always been my best memory of my family. I'm sure that the day I go all forgetfull and distracted I'm going to hold on tight to those wool blankets and hot chocolate. The thrilling laughter of my mother when we told her we were going to run away from home and dad saying: "Next time we want to help you pack warm clothes!".... That was simply unforgettable.
Florena
Actually it's a cold, but heartwarming wintermemory. My oldest sister and I decided to spy on neighbors. Later that evening still outside we plotted together and made a plan of running away from home. Ok, siblings... They do that to proove they belong together right? lol. After the moon showed up and we'd been hiding in at the side of the road in the deep snow for a while, we got tired of waiting for someone to start shouting and looking for us so we did return home slowly. Mom and dad were both waiting for us. Mom got the wet and cold clothes off us and very tucked into warming wool-blankets both my sister and I were served hot chocolate. That's always been my best memory of my family. I'm sure that the day I go all forgetfull and distracted I'm going to hold on tight to those wool blankets and hot chocolate. The thrilling laughter of my mother when we told her we were going to run away from home and dad saying: "Next time we want to help you pack warm clothes!".... That was simply unforgettable.
Florena
Strange same thing happenned to me at the age of 8 when I was helping my stepfather move a pile of logs to somewhere else so he could saw them and then use them for the fireplace. We ran into a nest of yellowjackets. I didn't get any emergency reactions but my parents had to rush all of us (fully clothed) into the shower. It was the only way to get the darn yellowjackets off us. It was pretty obnoxious looking back but unnerving at the time as I had to rest in bed all day but I was okay by the next day.
my earliest is pretty bad.. i was 3 or 4 years old, and i was down in the woods behind our house with my older brothers and they were playing army and i fell into a hive of yellowjackets that had a hive on the ground.. all i can really remmeber is my brother grbbing me and running, my parents told me i got stung 32 times by the yellowjackets.. doctors told them i would not live.. but hey here i am.. guess it should have foretold how my life was going to go...lmfao
I was 3 years old when I stuck one of those metal clips off of an old fashioned garter belt in the electric socket. Knocked my butt across the room, I never did that again.
The first memory I have was when I was 2 and a half. Its the only memory I have of my natural father who died soon after. He was feeding me cherries. And I remember they tasted good. I might not have tried them before. And although there is a photo of it, I remember other aspects of it like what the park looked liked and my mother asking me an unusual question about what the men's bathroom was like being that she had never of course seen one. So I know I didn't "invent" the memory from seeing it in a photo.
And I remember around the same time seeing trees with their first flowers of the season in a park in the springtime and drinking Yahoo (remember this because it was a babysitter who bought it for me and my mother being health conscious didn't believe in dessert). And although my family moved away from the city after that oddly enough I live a block a way from that park in having relocated and have for 10 years and so walking by there always brings back memories.
And I remember around the same time seeing trees with their first flowers of the season in a park in the springtime and drinking Yahoo (remember this because it was a babysitter who bought it for me and my mother being health conscious didn't believe in dessert). And although my family moved away from the city after that oddly enough I live a block a way from that park in having relocated and have for 10 years and so walking by there always brings back memories.
Cherie....that is what always stands out in our mind..lol
note so far everyones 1st memorie is nagative interesting
I remember being 3 1/2 yrs. old and almost drowning in the lake.....We were having a family get together at the park/lake....alot of the older kids were running and playing in the water...so i decided to run out in the water too....it was way over my head....i remember going under and decided just to sink! I became lifeless..one of the older cousins grabbed me and got me out of the water....i remember sitting on the sand and coughing up water.....i was okay...thank goodness! I am still scared of water over my head! Matter a fact,i don't want water in my eyes.....not even in the shower :)
About 2yrs old. Fell out of the crib and hit my head on the register vent and ended up with stitches. I remember falling and being scared, but not the rest!
Also, the time I got stuck in the mud ...................boy oh boy ................. up to my waist at about age 6 and they had to call the police to get me out.
C~
Also, the time I got stuck in the mud ...................boy oh boy ................. up to my waist at about age 6 and they had to call the police to get me out.
C~
I think 2 is fairly early ,I can probably go to 3-4 year old, my father coming home with Pineapples and hanging them up in the Kitchen to ripen, I dont think I had seen one before, and he seemed like a stranger in my house, I was afraid of him so maybe the Trauma of that made that memory stick in my mind.
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