What's your earliest memory?

Thank you jeni

Just after the war. Father signed on for two years and mother and I were sent out to join him. He was a doctor, in charge of the hospital. My earliest memories are all of Venice. The whole family fell in love with the city and kept revivisiting her!
I still do!
My daughter is called 'Venetia'

jeni
It is not fair to post a cliffhanger like this!
Your father was in charge of the Ospedale of the Lido di Venezia??????

Please fill us in. It must be fascinating! Please....?????

I remember coming along the road with my mother, in my siren suit (made from the linings of airmen's jackets) with my special red boots on, and wanting and wanting to wee, and then weeing and my boots being wet and warm. Must have been under three.

I remember being scared to go up a set of steps up to where we lived . The radio was on and I was standing next to an air brick! I was sure there was a bull on the house.
This was at the hospital on lido de Venezia which my father was in charge of!
I suppose I was 1- to1 1/2 years old

I remember crawling across the hall floor in Frodsham where I was born...I wanted to get out of the front door which was open, to reach the pole outside (part of the porch) so I could pull myself up. It was sunny out there.

Another very early one is on a train and I am up on my mum's shoulder - I think this is when we left Frodsham, I was 2 and it would be the first time on a train.

Being led into my parents bedroom. My mother was in bed. She looked so so happy, and beautiful, she had an aura.
That was the day my brother was born. I was Two and a half years old.

Hope all the psychologists mentioned by Petallus are reading this thread!!......

I can remember sleeping under a table with wire mesh around the edges. I think it must have been an air-raid shelter.

I remember being in a cot in a room made of wood and painted green. There was a small window above my cot, covered in wire mesh. I once asked Mum what that was, and she was astounded I remembered. This was a holiday 'chalet' somewhere on the East coast of Yorkshire, which we rented when I was 18 months old, in 1946. It had been an army base during the war.

I've always had an awareness of a time in my life when I heard a man's voice and a woman's voice, but it seemed far away and I couldn't see anything. I know this sounds silly but I often wondered if it was before I was born? I can still 'feel' the event somehow. Probably not, though, as I have very little recollection of things that happened when I was very young [my ex can remember things like sitting in his pram]. Going to school for the first time. Seeing a big black teddy bear in a local shop window that I wanted so badly,and then waking up to find it in my room on Christmas Day.

I woke up to a life size doll sitting a red pushchair next to my bed on Christmas morning.
I was 3 yrs old the following month.

I remember sitting on the edge of the pavement on a cobbled street and the cars seeming huge. Apparently we left there when I was two. I can also remember my mum struggling up a big hill close to our home with a bag of coal in the push chair and me sat on top.

I stayed overnight round the corner at my granny's while my mum was in labour with my sister. In the morning I was taken to see the new baby. She had lots of curly brown hair and smelt very nice - baby powder and milk, I suppose. I was 2 years and 9 months. I can vaguely remember a time before she was born, going by train to visit my grandparents in Fife. Strangely, although I was nearly 5 by the time my other sister was born, I can't remember much about that. I must have been busier with my own concerns by that time.

I remember going to the clinic in my pram to have some inoculations - I must have been 2½ because I was sitting up. What I so wish I could remember was going to my christening in my godparents' open-top MG. They used to wear leather helmets! My parents were very fond of telling me about it, so I can picture it vividly.

I am very impressed that people can remember back so far.

My first memory is from when I was 4. I had gone into the garden on a sunny morning with dew all over the grass and I have the most vivid memory of gazing into a nasturtium that had a drop of dew caught in it - it is a strange thing to have as a first memory, but rather lovely.

I was two and a half years old and my brother was being born at home. We lived in a tenement flat on the ground floor,I was sent upstairs to a neighbours house,when my brother was born the neighbours daughter who was eight years old took me back downstairs when we went into the house she got to hold the baby first,I can still remember how upset I was after all it was my brother.

I seem to remember being a baby and being in a baby seat. I can remember being about half way up the stairs and then the seat somehow fell off balance and tumbled down the stairs. The stairs I remember falling down are definately the same stairs at the house I was living at when I was a a baby (since I recognise them as the same stairs in the house I played in when I was an older kid), and I seem to remember feeling the physical 'thud' as the babyseat fell on its front as it tumbled downstairs. I remember my mum being at the bottom of the stairs, with a baby pram. I sometimes think I might be remembering my younger brother, but when I remember it I seem to see myself rolling forward and remember being really scared, so that leads me to believe it was me and not him. I was literally tiny, probably about 1 years old. I remember when I hit the ground I didn't really hurt myself and I was more in shock and scared than anything else, and the baby seat wasn't very big. If I was older, I believe my arms and legs would have been hanging out of it, but I fitted very nicely inside it so I must have been very young. I doubt my mum will believe me if I tell her.

there was a cupboard in the hall of our new house, only four inches deep. the door was not quite as high as i was tall. i loved the door and wanted to get into the cupboard but it wouldn't close. i was so disappointed. i would have been two.
before that i can remember a long brick wall (near where we lived before)
and a very dark place (the house we had before).
the paved yard of the same house.
holding grandaughter recently, i remembered my gran holding me in the same way, saying 'shh, baboo (baby), she'll be back soon' - my mum had gone to the hairdresser and i was crying for her. less than two. probably much less. my gran had care of me quite a lot as my mother was ill.

The winter of 1953 being pushed at the bottom of the big pram with my baby sister at the top by my dad to the gas works where we had to go to collect bags of coal then being carried back on dads shoulders as the bag of coal had to balance on the bottom of the pram,mum was poorly with flu at the time and very ill in bed so dad had to care for us bless him.

I was about 18 months and was being taken out in the pushchair ,and mum was breaking squares of cadbury chocolate and putting it in my mouth.

I can remember standing up in my cot and taking some Virol off the bedroom mantlepiece. The lid must have been loose because it came off and went everywhere.
I can also remember my older sister taking me out in my pushchair. I tried to look round the hood and she said "Get back in, no-one wants to look at you!"

WHen I was two I fell over in our garden. When I was 3 my mum was pregnant and I remember playing in the lounge every afternoon while she slept. My husband can remember further back when he lay in his cot for afternoon naps at nursery and didn't sleep.

I remember lying in my pram and someone coming when it started to rain and pulling up the hood and attaching the rainproof thing that hooked onto the hood. I know exactly where I was in the garden, but can't say how old I was. I have other memories of being in my pram and my cot.

I can remember events from when I was 20 months old, especially playing in the garden in the snow in my siren suit. When you are that small the snow feels very deep and the wet legs and bottom is fresh in my memory. I remember being lifted from my bed and taken to a neighbours when my mother was admitted to hospital. I stayed there until my aunt and grandmother arrived the next day to take care of me. I was unable to make myself understood so I must have been tiny.
I have very vivid dreams of childhood and events that relatives say I should not remember, but clearly childhood memories are better than we think.

I remember being taken into my parents' bed in the middle of the night - I can still see the back of my father's head (he was fast asleep). I must have been younger than 2 because that's how old I was when my mother died.

I remember standing by the old-fashioned fireguard having my hair brushed, and how much it hurt!

OH insists he can't remember anything until he was 5, but I suppose it must vary.