6 Years old - In a nativity play - with a towel on my head. Set off my career as a Chorister actually - cos i was invited to audition at the church by the teacher, and then then the Cathedral, where i gained a bursary - and went into dorms.
Happiest days of my bloody life. Well before all this Schizophrenia crap kicked in.
I think it was holding up my hand, displaying 5 fingers and telling my great grandmother that I was 5. I have some other memories that may have been similar age, but this one tells me how old I was because, obviously, the 5.
Going to a neighborhood girls house which was located behind my house and remembering that they had a bulldog and I remember her father who wore a baseball style cap smoking a cigar.
I must have been 5 or 6 years old
4 year old me sitting on top of a small pipe, swinging my legs bored while my dad was working in the factory. the factory was so so industrial and grey… i stood out so much with my colorful clothes, ha!
My oldest memory was when I was a baby. Not sure what age. I was sitting around and my mom grabbed my feet and started play eating my feet. She kept saying “I’m gonna eat your toes! I’m gonna eat your toes!”
Just a random memory from when I was about four years old standing outside next to a wood pile at the house my dad built for us. I have plenty of memories from when I was 5 like going to kindergarten or playing outside around our apartment complex.
A grown-up neighbor when we were stationed in Iceland showing my sister and me his junk. I was 3 and my sister was 6. I don’t remember if he did anything else, but that alone screwed me up enough.
my earliest is prob age 4 or 5 and it was eating at mcdonalds then throwing up in the toilet cause i felt sick or even earlier might be being at a day care with my cousin who was younger than me and the daycare workers putting his diaper on to tight and then getting mad about it popping off. i was prob 4 then
I think my earliest memory is a nightmare I had when I was a kid. I was running up the stairs and a hand grabbed my foot and pulled me back downstairs.
I was like four years old but made sense and we were playing in a puddle over the road from our house. It was during a tropical cyclone and there was lots of water but don’t remember that. Just remember it was like my first pool. I can dial it into 4 years old at xmas so I was 4.
I have a memory of being potty trained. I have images in my mind of the little plastic toilet and my mom. What stuck out the most was how bad the pee smelled. I told my mom this recently and she laughed cause she remembered the face I made. That has to be my earliest memory.
I remember going in the apartment basement when a tornado came through. we lived there until I was 5. I also remember going into the stairwell of that apartment looking out at the parking lot lights…my mom freaked out when she found me.