General Chat

Sorry to take so long to quieten your curiosity, but I suddenly realised what the time was when I posted this thread, and went to bed. Interesting to see that most of the memories are from around two years old, and most seem to involve some drama - mine appears to be the exception. However, I believe that I do have a memory from even earlier. Like I said in the original posting, it is strange - very, very, strange - and cannot be verified, so it would be interesting to find out what a trick-cyclist would make of it, or if any others have something similar to tell. It is a memory that surfaces as I am in that happy state between wakefulness and sleep - more so when I was younger, though the most recent occurence made me realise its probable provenance - and I most associate its recall with mornings spent in my parents bed. The wallpaper in that room was of a pattern around a central focus, and, as I stared at it, I would get a wonderful feeling of the pattern splitting and reforming in a sort of miniscule enormity. It was only many years later (and my last experience of this memory, though I cannot remember what triggered it) that the significance hit me - it was cell division. I believe that it is memory from before birth - most probably, given the fact that it was cell division, while still a zygote (or whatever that little cluster of cells just after conception is called, before cell differentiation kicks in). It is a memory that I cannot explain, and my beliefs cannot be verified, but it would be interesting to see if any others amongst you have had similar memories. If my suspicions are correct, then it could have serious implications in many of the ethical arguments being bandied about. It would also throw the medical profession into disarray by suggesting that there is such a thing as CELL memory; it also has to beg the question as to HOW the cells "saw" what was happening! It could also explain why large-spot patterns, and nucleus-centred patterns can cause such strange reactions in people (like fascinated revulsion; comfortable disquiet; an almost manic desire to ridicule; etc). I hope you are not too disappointed by such a crack-pot memory, and I hope that others may join in and help me throw some light onto what may be happening / could have happened. Rob

a couple of my earliest memories,i was 2 and emptied the coal all over the lounge and my sister and threw confetti as well, mum cried. i was about 3 i packed my suitcase and left home, i hid behind the sofa with it, as i was to scared to go out the door. lol sandra

Robert ,whats this nursery ryme we had thrown at us as kids [suger and spice and all things nice?] i think not,these young ladies ,if i can use the term lightly, sound horrible lol., Us lads did gentle things ,like push big sis out of the armchair ,and tell mum she slipped.Bless my sis ,she let me get away with it and saved me a tanning ,she has a lovely scar under her chin where she conected with the hearth ,so maybe you lasses aint so bad at that he he.Fred.

This is really disgusting - no doubt why it is my first memory! It was early in the morning - barely light and I was crawling on the floor of my mum and dad's bedroom when I came across a dirty nappy at the side of the bed. (Probably one I have been changed out of in the night and left there for later disposal.) And yes, you've guessed it, I did what every baby does with something they've just discovered - I put part of the contents in my mouth!!! I can remember how vile it tasted even now and my mum shooting out of bed to take it off of me and her being angry. I realise now that I had probably given her a rough night and to get a few minutes more sleep she had put me on the floor to amuse myself - not my fault she didn't like my choice of entertainment. lol And before anyone else says it - I've been talking crap ever since! Mags

Do not know how old I was but, was in a pushchair being pushed by my grandad in the park, my sister 8 years older than me, ran away with the pushchair and me, I can see grandad chasing us all the way to the exit gate shouting and waving his fists. Gosh that memory was locked away, I am 64 now. I know Grandad died when I was two. Another time when I was in the cot the family gave me sherry,I was laughing and swaying in the cot, the more the family laughed the more I did stupid things, must have been for the attention, not the sherry!!!!! Been doing stupid things ever since.

if i have any friends on here,ime about to lose them lol. as a kiddie,in south wales,it was my job to chase the chickens,so my grandad could catch one,and ring its neck lol. can i ever post,without mentioning food...doubt it! bryan.

The memory I think is earliest, is after my brother was born. I was 2 years and 9 months old. I can see him, very red and wrinkled, being bathed by a woman in dark blue uniform.

I can remember being at playgroup .... a boy was in the pedal car and was taking far too long a turn for my liking. So I sidled up to him, put my hands under one side and tipped him out! He started to cry, a teacher came over, and there was me with my arm round him saying 'aw Kevin, don't cry, what's the matter?' That is so embarassing now to think of what a nasty piece of work I was at 3 years old LOL. Mandy :)

Oh go on Robert....spill the beans. We are intrigued now!! My earliest memory is my sister being born. I was 22 months old and wanted my Mummy, but they wouldn't let me in. She was in the spare room giving birth and I was outside the door yelling my head off. Perhaps we are more likely to remember things that are traumatic!!

What are your earliest memories? My own earliest verifiable memory is climbing out of a car halfway up Table Mountain to look over the lights of Cape Town when I was two. It is a memory triggered by Pet Clarke's "Down Town", and my mother told me the details and background when I eventually "confessed" the link. I do have another, stranger (and totally unverifiable!) memory, but will only reveal it after a few others have shared theirs. Rob