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My memory is shot as well.
The earliest thing I remember is sitting on the floor while my mom and dad were fucking. I had to have been like 3 or 4.
A more clear memory of mine was when I was at my grandma's house taking a bath, or she was bathing me rather, and I threwup everywhere :)
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Originally Posted by Aaron
When I was 2, I remember always looking at the big house the people had across the road. It was huge. I always saw their kids swimming in their pool all the time too.
Wow, it's harder than you think.
I was born in South Africa but I moved to England when I was about 18 months old, so I have no recollection of it whatsoever so my earliest memory is definitely within England. Probably my first day of school when I was 4. I was so scared, I didn't want to leave my parents.
It's scaring not being able to remember, 4 whole years of my life. Granted, I was under developed and still a very very young child. But wow.
Honestly, I don't know. Most of my early memories are based off of pictures taken by my family.
When I was like 3 or 4 I got a woody toy for christmas. I remember playing with it on my bed.
I remembered being a nursery student. Me and my buddies hangs out in canals and catch fish.
to be honest I know most of my baby life but I can't recall if it was told to me or that I just know, cause like almost everything was taped.
from what I know is getting my first bath at home. (but that's also on tape so IDK)
Earliest memory... the first I can think of is getting a dog when I was 3. I remember going to many different animal shelters in the area around where I loved at the time and I didn't like any of the dogs they had. When we finally went to this one there was just some very different about it. We went to see the dogs and all of them were jumping up and barking (it was rather small as I remember it, only like 6 or 8 kennels in total) except one all the way down on the end. That dog in particular just lifted its head up and looked at me without getting up and then put its head back down. It was at that very moment that I knew that was the dog I wanted, I knew as a 3 year old that dog would be absolutely perfect and he was.
One of the saddest days of my life was when he died 10 years later, I remember him just stumbling around like he was drunk and peed on the floor so I took him outside. He laid on the ground in front of the garage for about an hour with me sitting by his side petting him in his final moments. It pains me greatly for him to not be with me anymore. Even with him being long since gone now it still is a comforting feeling to have had such a great dog.
I cant remember anything that happened before i was 13. Anyway, the earliest memory i have is of my 13th birthday. A good portion of my friends came to my house for a party type thing. it made me happy because i didn't have many friends back then.
My old house, when I was 3 or above.
2 1/2 when I got my leg broken by my dad due to a hose. <_< True story also,
Cracking my forehead open when I was 1.
I don't remember how I did it but still remember I was 1 when I did it
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Did it ever heal properly? o.o At such a young age you'd think that the healing process would really be screwed especially with the trauma induced tooQuote:
Originally Posted by Retro!
Being scared from ghosts that may hurt me while sleeping, Haha
2-3 yrs