Question of the Day – No. 198 What’s your oldest memory? proposed by Winter1137 Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrMoreLinkedInRedditPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... 50 thoughts on “Question of the Day – No. 198” Add yours Falling down some steps at about two, while playing on a new pedal toy. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply So feeling pain is your first memory? That’s interesting. LikeLike Reply About 3 years old, and riding my Trike in San Diego. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply I guess that’s a happy memory, right? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Hmph… I.. I know what I think it is. But I don’t know if it matters or if it’s real. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply If you have it, it probably matters 🙂 LikeLike Reply I remember standing in my cot by in the bay window of my parents bedroom and staring out into the night. A lot of my childhood memories are… fallible. Flawed. Hazy. LikeLike I was a late walker. I was two years old and my mother started getting concerned, she tried her best to encourage me and would buy special lotions, oils, foods, etc.,. All sorts of methods. The oldest memory I have is my mom sitting me – pant-less – on top of a red ant hill. The purpose was for the ants to tickle my legs and eventually I would want to stand up and walk. To which I did! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply 😱 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So the ants triggered you to walk? LikeLike Reply Stealing toys during nap time (I was never napping) in kindergarten at the age of 3 or 2. I didn’t take them home, i only played with plushies with my accomplice which name i probably forgot. Thank you for posting my question 🐱 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Well, maybe that was the only time you were able to play with them. My pleasure! It is an interesting question! 🙂 LikeLike Reply It wasn’t the only time, but there were no other kids trying to take the toys away at the time 🙃 LikeLiked by 1 person At about a year and a half old, I remember in full detail having a conversation with my grand father. I remember our conversation, the clothes we were wearing and where we were sitting in our lawn chairs looking at the stars. I also remember taking a trip with my grandparents and cousin at about the same age. I can remember everything in the cab of the truck, where everyone was sitting, what we were wearing, what we saw, where we pulled over and much more. (Yes there were two children under 4 in a regular cab pickup without car seats or seat belts.) I saw the only triple rainbow I have ever seen. Almost all my memories till today are recorded like this for me. People always ask me if I can remember something that happened and I just need to rewind a few tapes in my head to figure it out. I am defiantly someone that will throw off the bell curve. Great Question! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply This is awesome! It seems that you have an eidetic memory. LikeLike Reply Going to my parents room in the middle of the night around age 4ish- LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Do you remember why you did it? LikeLike Reply I didn’t want to sleep alone in my room. LikeLiked by 1 person My very first memory was my 4th birthday. I was crying because my aunt was teasing me. She took my “tiara” (a headband with beads) and wore it on her head. I was so upset I didn’t want to play the party games anymore. I think it’s one of the reasons I never really enjoyed my birthday parties after that. I love my birthdays, I just don’t like big parties anymore. LOL. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply That’s exactly how adults mess up children 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yep. And they wondered why I turned out the way I am. 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person This is a weird one and I hardly credit it myself. I remember crawling upon the floor playing with a bumble ball, feeling its vibrations in my teeth. Then, somehow I understood my parent were planning on going to bed, and I tried to crawl away before they picked me up. I was not yet fast enough. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply That’s a very early one. Any idea how old were you? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Under four is my best guess. LikeLiked by 1 person My very first memory is of being 2 years old and alone. I didn’t know where my mom was. I just sat on the couch blowing spit bubbles saying, “Ma ma ma ma”. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I hope she got back soon… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I have no memory of when she came back. LikeLiked by 1 person My oldest memory would be when I was around 7-8 years old. And was playing with my brother and a neighbor friend of ours when my leg got stuck under the table and I started crying while my brother and the friend went to get help as our parents were next door as there was a get together going on in the neighbour’s house. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That must have been a painful experience. I hope you don’t have any scars or something from it. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply No scars or so but I was frightened cause I felt they left me all alone in the house while they actually went to ask for help. But then, all went well. ☺️ LikeLiked by 1 person Being christened. Remember being really scared. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That can be a scary experience… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I remember that my mother thrashed my plastic dashboard when I was four years old. I loved that toy. I’m still pissed off and that is one old memory (I’m 59). LikeLiked by 1 person Reply trashed — sorry LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That’s very interesting. Why did she trashed it? LikeLike Reply I asked her that when I was in my 20’s and she said she thought I was spending too much time with it. Sort of like kids and electronic devices today. LikeLiked by 1 person I would be more than happy to share with you but unfortunately I put my diary in a safe place so nothing would happen to it and I forgot where I put it…. 🙂 “Oh, the yesterdays are over my shoulder So I can’t look back for too long There’s just too much to see, waiting in front of me And I know that I just can’t go wrong” (Jimmy Buffet) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply How often do you write in your diary nowadays? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Online, about twice a week… offline, still looking for the diary… 🙂 “The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. “ Gustave Flaubert LikeLiked by 1 person I remember being 3 years old in a red long sleeve and my father took my teenage brother and I to go see LOTR. I was really young at the time but I was so excited to tag along. – Letstalkaboutpersonaldevelopment.blog LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Did you enjoy the movie? 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Absolutley! My favorite movie series to this day. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person God my oldest memory …. this is going back some forty years! I was at Wilson’s Prom with my family and have no idea how old I actually was – probably four or five at most. I went into the surf up to my waist and the waves kept knocking me over. I remember clearly seeing the sand under the water and the waves crashing over me. Every time I tried to stand up another wave would knock me down. Then my dad grabbed me and pulled me in before I lost consciousness. I wrote about the experience later in a story which was published in my uni’s literary journal. Even won an award! So it was well worth almost drowning! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Awesome! So it seems that each situation, no matter how tough it is, it has some good parts in it in the end. LikeLike Reply I use to sleep at rooftop for hours and hours at the age of 5-6 years. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That’s interesting… What was your reason to do that? LikeLike Reply I’m introvert so I never wanted to be with some one who does not understand me or someone who’s understanding is different than me so I used to prefer spend alot of time alone… LikeLiked by 1 person “Reading” a book to Grandma. Late 1 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That’s very nice! How old were you? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Less then two. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. 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