I understand how you feel the day my mom died everything that was alive inside me died too 💔 😔

Going to the brothel inside my dad and moments later being in a swim competition for a chance to live.

Being bathed with my sisters in our grandmother's kitchen.

I say about 3 years old my mom teaching me how to pick up stones with my toes

My brother kicking me off the playground breaking my arm when I was 3

being at my grandmas house with one of those peeing dolls.. i remember their bathroom faucet handle.. being in my family's home looking through a hold in the floor at my dad working on fossils in the basement.. i remember waiting for my sister to be born.. i wanted a sister because i already had two brothers .. i remember my neighbors had a bearskin hanging over their stairwell head and all

I was 3 and won a bicycle in a drawing.

I remember crawling across our dining room and my mother scooping me up from behind.
It has been a vivid memory all of my life.

I remember being 3 and watching my brother walking to school

Wow! That is an early memory. Mine is when I was three years old and climbed in our car (door was open) and sat on the clutch apparently. Anyway, the car rolled downhill and through the while picket fence. They were so glad I wasn't hurt that I didn't get in trouble.

My earliest is around 4 or 5. I remember my birthday was coming up.

A car accident that everyone said I was too young to remember being in. But I do.

I was reviewing my diary. Day one, still tired from the move.

What beautiful memory ! May his soul rest in eternal peace

My first memories start in September 1991, when I was 3. My family had just moved from Naples to Tuscany, and I remember sitting in the car looking at the Tuscan landscape from the window...

The very first car ride I had. No seatbelts then. My parents took me to family party for my aunt who died of Tuberculosis shortly afterwards. I remember it because it was a nice sunny day and my aunt was a really good person. Sad

I remember being just past the potty training stage, not feeling well, and soiling myself. Much to my moms dismay.

Crappy thing to remember I wish there was something better.

Daffy Duck on the TV

My earliest memory was having chicken pox, because I remember bumps on my feet and between my toes, which was both interesting and incredibly uncomfortable. My mother remembered clearly that I caught chicken pox when I was three.

Standing up in my baby bed at night, shaking the rails, probably trying to get my mom's attention to change me or something

7 years old walking into a foster home and wondering who these people were. Wasn't my first placement but i have no memory before age 7