Comments on: Tell It To Me Tuesday “Do You Remember?”

By: Jake Hogan

Jake Hogan — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 10:51:43 +0000

My earliest memory was being in the hospital jumping up and down on some bed or crib? The doctor had his stethoscope on me (of course back then I didn’t know what that was). I don’t remember what I was doing then (I think maybe I was a year old?).

By: Scott

Scott — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:14:14 +0000

http://www.spiritualtramp.com/2008/02/earliest_memory.html

By: Bunnies4Buddha

Bunnies4Buddha — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:19:20 +0000

I, like Santini have a very poor memory of my early years.

By: Janet

Janet — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 16:28:16 +0000

I wonder if our minds just catch on one day and whatever lucky thing occurs that day happens that day gets to be the first. I guess we may never know. Thanks for the idea (and contribution) though!

By: Santini

Santini — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 23:31:08 +0000

Geeze, I spent a lot of time thinking about what is the earliest thing I remember and I realized I don’t have very clear memories. The only thing I remember from being a kid is sitting out in a car with my brothers in front of my grandma’s house. I was very little, maybe 3 years old so nothing is clear except it was rainy and might have been nightfall. The weird thing is that even though I don’t have a clear memory of this, I remember it not being pleasant mood wise. Something always tells me that there was nothing positive surrounding the memory and that could be the reason I don’t have a clear recollection.

By: Simon Bond

Simon Bond — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:40:29 +0000

Not sure if its the earliest but once upon a time I was fishing with my dad. I caught something and spent ages trying to real it in. When I finally got it just out of the water my dad saw that it was a sting ray and cut my line. I remeber it becuase I was so upset that I had put all this effort into catching my first fish just to have dad cut my line and let it go.

By: Bridget

Bridget — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:07:02 +0000

Hmm, I have a few memories from when I was very young, and I don’t know which one comes first.

One is being at a barbecue at my parents friend’s house, and getting in trouble for jumping on his bed. I remember thinking “What’s the big deal? Jim doesn’t mind, he’s cool.”

The other is riding a camel through Egypt. I was sitting behind my dad. We rode the camels to some sort of tent where they were selling scarabs.

I think I might remember the camel thing because I was a little kid who liked animals. Also, my parents must have bought a bunch of scarabs, because I still have some. Maybe seeing them all the time growing up helped anchor the memory.