30 Folks Online Recall Their First-Ever Memories, Whether Fond Or Not

I'm about 3½ years old, and my dad wakes me up in the absolute dead of night and tells me to come down and watch TV. My mom's like "just let the kid sleep" but my dad says "no, this is important". Turns out, some guys have just landed on the moon and are about to go for a walk.

I remember my grandfather letting me sit on his lap while he played poker with a bunch of other grandpas - and they let me eat all of the cookies I wanted. They smoked cigars and made faces at me. I remember thinking it was hilarious. All of my earliest memories are of him. He was always happy to see me and would pick me up and laugh.

He died when I was 4.

Sitting in one of those chairs where they feed you. I remember just being happy, and pure. My mom was feeding me, and my dad was sitting on a couch across me.
I remember them smiling, and I remember being filled with love, no actual thoughts, just pure love for my parents. I think about that once in a while.

My parents took me to the park. Now, my mum is terrified of birds, including ducks. As in, she will scream if they come near her. I remember suddenly a flock of ducks, swans, geese, all of those water birds, suddenly coming towards us. My mum? She let go of my hand and ran off screaming. My dad? Went after my mum. Me? Well, I became duck food.

Can't remember the age this happened, but I remember feeling really sick for some unspecific reason. I told my mom and she went out to grab medicine for me at the local pharmacy. I really can't remember what symptoms I was feeling or what she intended to grab to help me.

While she was out, I started feeling much better and felt bad that I made her go out and get medicine. I remember waiting for what felt like an eternity, sitting at the bottom of our stairs by our front door waiting for her to get home. When she got home I apologized because I told her I felt okay again and felt bad she ran out just to get something to help me.

She didn't care. She was just happy that I didn't feel sick anymore.

My 1-year-younger-than-me cousin was watching me eat a lollipop and got so confused when it was inside my mouth. She kept asking where it went! Then I took it out and showed her. Then I put it back in my mouth and she asked me again where it went. I was 3. She still my best friend 39 years later.

My mom was spoon-feeding my infant brother and she dropped the spoon in a bowl of soup. I thought it was gone forever in an infinite ocean of soup, and I was amazed when she got it back out. I think that was me learning object permanence

I would have between between 2-3 years old.

I had always remembered it as an out of body experience. I was at my grandma's house walking around the pool alone (I know, it didn't take long for mum to find out and ban unsupervised visits with grandma) and I fell in, I remember it as if I was reaching in and saving myself from drowning somehow. It's really hard to explain.

I told mum about this in the last few years and it turns out I was actually saving my brother from drowning, but it had also happened to me and she thinks I must have merged the memories somehow.

I woke up in my parents bedroom. The window was brighter than usual so I looked outside. It was snowing.

Being swung very fast into the air and onto my dad’s shoulders.

I was 2 and had made friends with a baby swan (by grabbing its neck). Mama swan wasn’t having it and chased us out of the park.

Edit for clarity: Yes, he swung me up onto his shoulders so we could sprint out of the park with the swan on our heels. Fun fact, swans have good memories and every time we went to the park in the year after she chased us out all over again!

During WW2 I was about 8 months old and couldn't walk or talk.

I was put in my cot and was bored, so I worked out how to climb out of one corner of the cot. I slid down to the floor and crawled along the carpet to the stairs. The stairs had carpet held in place with brass rods.

I climbed down two flights of stairs to the hall. The hall had cold linoleum on the floor. I crawled into the kitchen where my mother found me.

She carried me upstairs and put me back into the cot and she hid behind the bedroom door. I climbed out of the cot immediately. She was laughing and saying things that I couldn't understand. She put me back in the cot and I went to sleep.

When I grew up I became a mountain climber! I have climbed many of the mountains in my country. I have met Sir Edmund Hillary several times. He was in my club, and climbed Mt Everest and drove to the South Pole in a farm tractor (which took him 3 months)

When I was little I guess I got pink eye. My mother was trying to get me to calm down to have eye drops but I think I took it as a game for her to chase me.

The only thing I really remember is my mother grabbing me and slam-dunking me onto the carpet; she held me down with her forearm and forced some eye drops in my eye while I just was still laughing and screaming.

I would like to believe that my mom RKO’d so hard I gained consciousness.

I was 3 years old and playing with a toy cow in the living room of my old house. My grandma’s poodle was there and I have no idea why, but I remember putting the cow down and sticking my pinky in the dog’s mouth. He lightly nipped me and I remember feeling how pointy his teeth were. I wasn’t hurt, just startled enough to learn not to do dumb s**t like that again.

Walking up to a stranger on a ferry that was wearing the same (very obscure) jumper as my dad, hugging him and loudly proclaiming "daddy I saw a dolphin!"

Siiiigh.... alright one of my best friends tells this story to anyone that will listen, but my earliest memory Is of sitting on the bathroom floor while my mom was changing her tampon. My dad came in and yelled “what are you doing?!” And she said, “he’s not going to remember.” *earliest clear memory. I think the earliest was of a drawing of a goat on a wall.

Me picking my nose, looking around and not finding anything to wipe it with, and then sticking the booger back in.
My dad watched the whole thing. He laughed.

I faked swallowing a rock when I was 5 to leave kindergarten, then I confessed when my mom and I were at the hospital about to get x Ray.

I was young. Uncertain of my age but I knew I was young. Tiny. In a house I barely recognized. I'd woken up and just remember asking "why" to myself. It didn't make much sense. I was so curious. I looked outside and saw the tree in my back yard obscuring the sunlight, shining a sunbeam directly onto my dog Shuffles. I remember thinking how it looked so nice. Why did it look nice? The sun is hot. It just did.

I walked into the living room. Mom and dad were mumbling things I couldn't understand. The window was letting in more sunlight on the carpet near the tv. I remembered Shuffles. I laid down in the sunbeam and curled up.
It felt nice. It felt peaceful. I remember thinking
'Yeah. That's why it looked nice. It is.'

I was 2 years old and having kidney surgery, and I woke up half way through my surgery because the epidural came out of my spine (they had snapped the needle in my spine on the first go, which was great). I remember seeing them working on me, freaking out (as you do), and I managed to rip the line out of my hand which was pissing out with blood. I remember the excruciating pain that came with all of it as the epidural wore off. I remember pretty much my entire hospital stay, and damn near everything since then.

Being told to go for a nap (I was around 2-3 at the time), & I refused because I wanted to keep playing & was being defiant. My Dad repeatedly put me in my bed and said that I'll feel better if I lied down for a bit. I fell asleep and he woke me up 2 hours later. And shocker, I felt better. Lol.