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What is your earliest recollection?

This is another useful exercise that was given at my Creative Writing Class.
By writing words on paper, it takes your mind back in time.
So...Can you recall your earliest memory?

Can you go back to when you were 5 years old? 4? 3? 2? 1? or even when you were born?
Some people have a clear image of that time, or perhaps a deep rooted feeling of something occurring in your earlier years, that is like a stain in your memory?

It would be interesting to hear how we writers, first remembered being alive, in this life.


Davide Castel

3rd March 2012


I am about 5 years old. It's night time and my dad is at work and my mum is washing up the dishes. My brother and myself are in the living room and he has me pinned to the floor. He throwing punches at me but i'm kicking at him and we're rolling around the floor in each others grasp. My hair is all over my face, blocking my vision as I try and get a good hit in. I feel the blood rushing through my cheeks as my breath is sucked in through gritted teeth. I scream in frustration as I can't hit him hard enough to blow him through the wall. This is war!
"Alright, you two. Stop it." My mum says to us.
"He hit me first!" I cried out with my hair still covering my red cheeks.
"She was annoying me!" My brother screams back.
"I don't care, stop it." She tears up apart and we scowl at each other.

It seems like the harder he punched me, the more he loved me :P


Elizabeth Tan

4th March 2012


Ah...sibling love...great fights at home, yet protective of each other in public.
Well that's how we were in our family.
We thought nothing of having a hair-tearing fight, punches, the whole works.
Certain memories remain indelibly imprinted.
I go back even further with my memory. But waiting to hear of others first, then I will reveal all.


Davide Castel

4th March 2012


I'm about 4 or 5 and I'm at preschool.. maybe it was kindergarten I can't quite remember. We had this little playhouse in the classroom and I was in it with some other kids. I was waaayy hyper (I was a hyper a child. I've calmed down quite a bit. Haha.). So I grab the food from the fake fridge, giggle, and throw it out the little window. Just then the teacher looks in and asks who did it. My friend pointed and said that I did. I was put in time out. I wasn't very happy that my friend told on me either. : P


Samantha Wright

4th March 2012


Great little story Miss Hyper Samantha.
I still think that we can go back even further back than 5 yrs. of age.
Anyone else out there?


Davide Castel

5th March 2012


I remember my childhood very well, actually there are some things I remember that my mother has no recollection of. When I was 2 years old or younger, I remember I wasn't used to my name yet, I remember every time they called me by that name, I felt somehow puzzled. I remember how I used to measure time without clocks, how each day seemed to last forever. I have hazy memories of my first birthday. When I was 6 weeks old I was in an accident. I cracked my skull flying from a moving vehicle, and was saved by a nail on a fence that hooked my sweater before I hit the ground. I would have certainly died if it were not for that nail. People say that it's impossible to remember something like that, but it's an event in my life I am reminded of everyday. When you forget something, it doesn't mean your subconscious has, you are still affected by it. Perhaps that singular event is what is responsible for a lot of things in my life. I think memories, are more than what you can physically remember, they're images, sequences, feelings. You might not remember the details, but they're still a huge part of who you are. That's how I've always felt about memories.


Leoni Carlson

5th March 2012


Wow Leoni, you have a great memory. What a scary event, all I have to say is that there is a very good reason you lived through that accident. There must be something very important for you to do in this life.


Deborah Boydston

5th March 2012


The earliest for me would be 3 years old. I don't remember a lot, but I do remember I used to live in Mexico in a little purple/green house(I know weird combination of color for a house lol).

I remember more right about 4 years old. I used to dance while I was in my hometown in Mexico. I used to act and dance at the same time wearing a costume from my favorite doll show and would also compete in rhythmic tables in Mexico. Mostly all schools would compete in this type of competition. A rhythmic table consists of all students wearing the same outfit and dancing in a defined pattern forming different shapes that go along with the music. Sometimes we would have some flags or other type of objects to determine different shapes. My first time with this was with pom poms since I was 4! The judges would judge from up above the balcony of our town's city hall. I always loved entering this type of competitions. It was really fun! I only wished I could have seen a DVD of it filmed from the balcony, since the beautiful view is from up above:) I'm very blessed for having such a productive and fun childhood.


Karen Gomez

5th March 2012


Hard for me to say this but I decided to anyway since this is the only opportunity that has presented itself for me to do so. Not even my parents are aware of this!

The earliest I can remember is this first person view of myself crawling down the tiled hallway of our house at around 5am, I know it was that time now because my dad woke up that early for work he is a policeman. I must of been 3 years old I could not walk yet I believed, as I made my way down the hallway I saw my dad grabbed my mom and threw her against the wall and he started hitting her. She had a big red cup in her hand which dropped to the floor instantly, they never saw me and up to this day I never said anything to them.

This event plays in my head like a video every-time I think of my childhood, it would of been nice to see them showing affection but seeing this as a child really affected me. It being the very first thing I have recollection of is pretty heart breaking.


Robert Harris

5th March 2012


That's awful, Robert :(

Now I remember one from when I was 2 or 3. I was outside on the porch taking off my shoes so I jump on the trampoline. Our cat came up and started sniffing them and I told him "Tiger, don't eat my shoes!" I thought that if an animal was sniffing something the next thing it would do was eat it.


Samantha Wright

6th March 2012


Leoni...What a vivid recollection, 6 weeks old? It does seem hard to believe, but I believe you.
That says alot about the person you are. Yes, you were meant to be around, as you are one of those 'special' old souls.
I also loved hearing of the reaction from the others to this topic. Does make one think.
I doubt anyone can go back any further than you Leoni.
I was 20 months old, and will tell later on.
I might post a story here, perhaps a bit personal, but again, it is of my mother who had this extraordinary life. I called it 'BORN TO PLEASE' and it does do her justice, as it is her 6th Anniversary on the 8th March, so this was written as a memory of her life.
If I decide to post it, I hope that interested readers will read.

Karen...3 years old is a good age to remember things. From what I have read, they say that a brain will absorb the most data up until 3 years of age, then it begins to slow down and balance out. So it is no wonder that certain images of things, remain forever in our mind. You do seem to have had an interesting and colourful childhood. So glad you remembered those happy times.

Robert...I feel humbled that you exposed this painful memory to us here on this site. Writing is a release. Why let it fester inside of you? Even if it is just between yourself and your pen and paper?
But as you say, this type of memory leaves a long lasting effect on your psyche. If your parents are still alive, maybe you should think of telling them? But then it may hurt your mother even more knowing that you remembered this painful episode. I know my own mother kept alot from us children about the war, as she said, 'Why should I put you through the pain of knowing what I went through?'

Sam...keep remembering. I bet other readers will remember even more, once they start going back in time.

I thank you all for your contributions.


Davide Castel

6th March 2012


mine, remember sitting in a high chair looking out upon the kitchen while my mom was busy getting...something, food or what not, i was high chair age, not sure of the actual age so yeah, i was 'high chair' years old :P


Aaron Greene

6th March 2012


'High chair' age was probably anything up to about 3 years of age.
That was a sweet memory. I wonder what baby Aaron was like?


Davide Castel

6th March 2012


lived out in the country on a 100 acre farm at a time when kids could run around outside and not have a worry in the world, it was just the great outdoors and a free imagination


Aaron Greene

6th March 2012


I also lived on a huge farm when I was growing up, there's nothing that can compare to it is there?


Leoni Carlson

6th March 2012


Heh.. that's alot like my world Aaron.. I also lived on a 100 acre farm, and was homeschooled up until grade 8, so I had a lot of time running around barefoot, sometimes bare-topped (My dad always wore button up shirts open.. one of my favourite things to do as a child was mimic him! XD ), bathing suit was common attire in the summer, playing in the grass and trees and with the animals.. I remember spending hours making "tails" our of willow tree branches and pretending to be horses with my sister, herding ducklings around when we hatched them, and spending very long periods of time just sitting with a piece of bread in my hand until my chickens grew used to me and would eat out of my hand..
heh anyways! It's hard for me to pick out an earliest memory, but I think it has to be this: I am not sure of my age, not overly young, probably about 4.. And my sister and I slept on bunk beds. I may have been older as I slept on the top bunk. I'm not sure.. But regardless, we were taking old sheets and blankets, and sticking them under my top mattress hanging down to make a secret fort/cave out of her bottom bed.. To this day I dream of having this kind of thing on my actual bed someday because I loved it so much!


Krystabel Harris

6th March 2012


krystabel, lol, accept for the home schooling, i did about the same thing with a good friend of mine, we would play down the road from our my place beneath this old bridge in the stream ALL the time. i remember walking from the bridge to his place about a 1/2 mile away or so IN the stream of course BAREFOOT, which i must say is the best way, also, would play in the barn, inthe fields everywhere, lol, sometimes in just my undiewear, lol XD, had horses, cows, lots of cats, used to show horses when i was younger too, won my fair share of ribbons and trophies too, :)


Aaron Greene

6th March 2012


Yes, farm life has that freedom of nature, very necessary to any child in their growing up years.
Being around animals is the best teaching experience.
I also had an idyllic childhood up until age 5 when I left my safe-haven.


Davide Castel

7th March 2012


oh my gosh yes, barefoot in the stream.. i love doing that! I recently went on an adventure with a friend, and we ended up finding a river running through the middle of town.. and the path we had been following ended.. so we took of our shoes and took the river-path XD What kind of showing did you do? confirmation? showmanship? riding or leading? I used to show diary calves hehe, and have been around horses most of my life, my sister showed them when I was really little.


Krystabel Harris

7th March 2012


Keep those good memories forever Krystabel, especially when times are sad.


Davide Castel

8th March 2012


My earliest recollection...I can remember vividly at 20 months old, when my sister was born.
My mother was in her bed with the new baby and introduced us.
My mother explained that the stork came in the night and broke the window in the room to deliver the new baby.
I remember seeing a post card covering the broken gap in the corner of the window.
First I looked at my new baby sister with a frown,(so said my mother) gave the baby a kiss, then slapped her tiny face. I was jealous I suppose.
I also remember having a potty beside my bed and each morning would take it down the steps to bring to my mother.
At about 3, I vividly remember going out the front door and eating the snow on the doorstep.


Davide Castel

10th March 2012


@Krystabel - Western when i was 4 or 5 or so, lead line later with my mom, SHE is the horse person of my family, she's had them since she was in the first few years of high school, i myself just dont have the means to take care of them, money is toooooooo tight, plus ive been outof the horse business myself for too long, *sigh* hehe


Aaron Greene

9th March 2012


Lucy, very cute memories to have! My sister's were both jealous of me in a way.. well.. they wanted me to be a boy.. they said they would send me back if i wasn't!! but i guess I was too cute or something.. hehe X3

Aaron, tooooootally hear ya on the monies =/ even the several small pets I have get tight, but I couldn't live without them, they mean so much to me!


Krystabel Harris

10th March 2012


Me being the oldest (my sister after me is currently 7) I didn't have any sibling rivalry or anything I had a rough childhood but what I do remember and love is when I was around 7 I was bored one day (I didn't like writing back then) but i was bored so I thought I'll write mommy a story :) So I ended up writing a 7 page story for my mom about a magical unicorn =)


Kaitlyne Beaudin

20th March 2012


That is so sweet Kaitlyne...I bet your mum was thrilled!
My own children used to write me little notes, especially when they were naughty, asking me to forgive them and all the chores that they would help me with as atonement. Of course, I have always kept these, especially the long little letters to the tooth fairy! Oh the innocence of children! One day when their children are older, I will return it to them!


Davide Castel

21st March 2012


Six weeks old!!! Shucks, I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning! Of course, at 75, I suffer from a disease called CRS. (Can't Remember Sh**)

Seriously, I remember at about age 4 I had one of those little cars that you pedal to make it go. We lived on the edge of town and they had just put in sidewalks along our street. I loved riding that thing, driving down the sidewalk. Then we moved to my grandfather's farm and my father told me we would leave the car for my neighbors son, since there would not be any sidewalks or place to drive it on the farm. I cried for a month.


Don Yarber

5th May 2012


Oh Don...Life is cruel isn't it? When a child's favourite toy is given away.
3-4 years old is about the average age that a child will remember of its past.
However, you can definitely go further back as Leoni did when she remembered herself at 6 weeks.
As I said earlier, 20 months was that time for me. I still have a very clear image of it.
You are also correct, that with age, the short term memory begins to wane, we call it having a 'Senior Moment!'


Davide Castel

6th May 2012


Smells!
I remember my earliest recollection was at 5 years of age in the migrant camp!
That smell was of Mutton! Hence I never eat it.


Davide Castel

21st May 2012


Has no-one else got an earlier recollection?

Perhaps some of the newcomers?


Davide Castel

23rd March 2013


When I was 5, we lived in a town house in Toronto. My mother worked for the utilities and my brother and I were watched by a woman down the street. We never used to lock our doors. One hot sunny afternoon, we told the babysitter that we were going to collect a toy for each of us from our basement. The light in the basement was just a utility light that hung from an orange construction cord. It had a hook so that you could hang the bulb from the rafters but we were too short for that. I remember that my brother placed the bulb on a mattress while we collected our toys. Jim was 10 1/2 months my senior and had left me behind. I was too afraid to shut the light off and so I left the house with the room lit. A couple of hours later my mother came home and the fire department was in our house. One of the firemen had to be treated because of the toxic smoke from the mattress. I remember my mother sitting in the family room eating a banana popsicle and a fireman telling me about the dangers of lightbulbs.


Cindy Beitinger

23rd March 2013


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