I don’t remember how old I was, but I must have been a baby. I couldn’t walk yet. I fell off the bed and got lost under it. I recognized my fathers boots at the edge of the bed and that’s how I was able to find my way out. I was half asleep too.

I was a teeny tiny baby splashing in bath water, with my mom smiling and cooing next to me. I felt SOOO happy! :-) I couldn't have been more than 8-9 months old.

Most of my memories start at age 6.

But I have one memory from age 2. I was knocked over by a wave at the beach and went under water. I didn't know I should close my eyes and saw white swirling water. I thought that this was it. I didn't know the concept of death yet, but I thought it was the end, almost an instinctual knowing of death. I saw long legs running out to me just before I went under, and was promptly picked up by my father, so it was not actually a life threatening moment. But I remembered it as if it were.

about 18 months.

weird...but i recall my brith...then my next memory I'm 16 months being taking on a plane from NYC to Puetro Rico.

Then I my memory gets very vivid around 3 years old...recall playing with my cousins age ....getting my first tarot deck...pretending to read the cards...recall almost drowning at age ....can recall all the details of that day as if it happened yesterday. I've actually spook my relatives with the details of the things I recall...and of course I recall...almost everything from age 3 on

About 2 years of age. We lived in apartments behind my grandmother's house. My Grandma and Grandpa owned them and I remember a fig tree that I loved to climb and a fish pond my Grandpa built. I love to think about watching the little water wheel turned by a small water fall in that pond. These are my earliest memories and I was so happy.

It's always interesting to go back to those most fleeting memories that we have... Also, how our perception of the world has changed since then... Thanks for sharing your memories with us!

hmm when I was 3 and a half and started preschool i remember my mom took me out for pizza before she dropped me off i got stung by a bee on my leg and i cried. i also cried when she dropped me off i didnt want her to leave.

nobody will belive this, but i remember being born, the first memory after that is looking up out of my crib and seeing the sunbeams and yawning and sort of watching my body do things on its own, then around 1 1/2 i was learning to walk, i remember my fathers hands wrapping all the way around my chest when he picked me up and setting me in his boots which hurt but made me laugh and i tried to take a step but the foot wouldnt work right and the boot was so big i could walk inside it sort of, lol.

Maybe 18 months? My (single) mom and I lived in a cavelike basement apartment in Crockett a few blocks from the C&H sugar factory. I can remember her feeding me in a high chair with the TV on in the background. I also recall playing in a tiny plastic pool in the backyard on a separate occasion around that time.
My next memory is from about 2, maybe 2.5 years. We stayed with my Grandma for a couple months before moving to Oregon. It's not a real-time memory, but a dream I had. I dreamt I was lying in my crib with the Sesame Street characters (notably Big Bird) standing around it. My mom came into the room to sing to me, and she climed into the crib to hold me. She next climbed out of the crib on to the window sill, and jumped out, flying up to the sky to turn into a star. I do recall waking up from the dream crying for my mom.