Hey Pandas, What Is The Most Random Memory You Have From Childhood?

Daddy brought home an injured snake from the golf course. We named him Slimy.

My brother belched downstairs, I was upstairs and heard it and though a Lion had broken in and was roaring. I live in the UK

I have what my shrink and I have decided to call a "quasi-eidetic" memory. This is not a blessing or superpower; it's whole extra hedge maze to navigate on top of all the others. My earliest memory is outside normal bounds; it has to be from when I was around 1 and a half years old. But it's real. I'm wrapped up; and lying flat sideways on the car front seat between my parents (LONG before infant seats!) and- the windshield wipers are going, for rain. I'm watching the wipers. Checking dimensions with my parents, that has to have been the Lincoln Zephyr sedan, bought very used, that my folks owned - from before I was born until I was 2-ish. Next memory I can bring up, I'm 2.

When we vacationed on a farm and the bull got loose. That's what I call action vacation.

I lost my Iron Man figurine in my Texan backyard, the grass was so tall I couldn't find it and I cried until my dad finally mowed the backyard. He had been putting it off for months XD

One of my earliest memories. I laid an egg and was super happy. I was in my 20s when I asked my mom about it, and she proudly informed me that it was one of her best pranks.

I saw a dead man when I was about five years old. A neighbor 'fell' out of the window. I suppressed it successfully for a long time till I remembered it many years later while talking to old neighbors.

When I’ve just started school, my grade would finish school for the day before my older sister’s so my mum who always came to pick us up would just stay with me until my sister’s grade let out. Once the kids are let out parents, including my mom, would rush in to grab their kids. My mum was clutching my hand tightly as she pushed through the crowd to find my sister. My sister was standing with a friend of hers (a boy) who was holding a sticker pack. He gave her one sticker and upon seeing me he peeled off another one and gave me. Little me was so mesmerised by this boy from this single interaction. My mum, who I guess didn’t notice the boy interacting with me, didn’t pause a second before grabbing my sister and dragging us both back outside through the crowd. I was so focused on the sticker in my hand (and the boy) that I was getting pushed and shoved by others as my mum dragged me and in the process my sticker fell off. I remember I was screaming and trying to pick it up as mum obliviously dragged me. I didn’t get that sticker back and I for some reason always felt that sadness. Growing up I never forgot this random incident and have a very grainy memory of that boy. I think he was my first crush 😅

When I was around 11 or 12, the region I live in got hit with a tremendous amount of snow, over a very short period of time. Like, enough snow that we had to start shoveling huge snowdrifts off the roof of our one-story house to make sure the roof didn't give out. Anyhow, one evening my dad and I had cleared so much snow that the pile came right up to the edge of the roof. I grabbed a sled, pulled it up to the top, Dad and I piled in and we rode all the way down the roof, down the pile of snow, before finally overturning in the yard. I remember lying in the snow & both of us laughing, and it's always struck me as funny how vivid I remember it compared to how small of a thing it really was :)

When I was really little I found a dead white mouse on the playground. It seemed so out of place I never forgot it.

When I was a kid, I guess somewhere around 10 years old, there was one summer where a company rolled out a special version of cola. It was either cola with mint and lemon or just mint. I remember it being so delicious that my parents bought multiple six-packs of 1,5 l bottles. We don´t usually drink that much soda. That was in Germany.

Brother and I smashing small bullets with rocks to make them go off. we were 7/8. dad was a cop

Going to the beach one summer with my parents and grandmother when I was about 7 or 8. We stayed on an island and my grandmother told me I couldn't go swimming because I'd fall off the edge.

I was four. We went to the gas station and they gave me a piece of Bazooka Joe bubble gum. Mommy said I could have it after my nap. On the way home I asked her how you blew bubbles with bubble gum and she explained it to me. We got home, I want to my roo, and sat in my bed for my nap and practiced with my tongue and mouth so that I could blow bubbles when I got my gum, and guess what! After I chews the sugar out of the gum and practiced a but, I could. I can taste that Bazooka Joe even now.I never learned to whistle, but I can roll my tongue and bow bubble gum.

I still to this day don't know what made me do this, but hey, I was a kid. Like, 5 or 6 and bored while at my G.Grandmother's and G. Aunt's house after school.

Anyway, I got some paper, cut out paper whiskers and taped them to my face. Took some more tape, taped my ears into a point. Got my belt from my bath robe and stuffed one end into the back of my pants. THEN, here's the kicker! I got out some milk, poured into a BOWL, then started lapping it up like a damn cat! SMH I was a cat for a few hours until my ggma finally told me to stop acting silly.

Warning, not a pleasant memory, but a distressing one.

Massive victim of child sexual abuse; out of 5 male family members, four of them, repeatedly, up until the age of 13 when I gained the personal strength to put an end to most of it.

However, the distressing memory is somewhat different.

I remember, at approximately 5, going to another officer's house for a party. I don't remember any other kids, but I do remember being in this large room, with white carpeting, in my frilly princess dress. I was standing in front of a man, whom I remember as being my father's co-worker, possibly senior. I was trying to drop pennies into a narrow vase on a plate. What bothers me is that is all I remember. I have talked about it with my counselor; he feels I have some repressed memory in there, as the memory sort of fades out as I am dropping the pennies, but I have many other memories, even of traumatic events and none of them just fade to gray. Infer what you will, I will never know for sure as that was 55 years ago, and, my father and mother have been gone since 2008.

Playing with a swiss knife and having it close on my left index little finger.

2 seizures when I was 5 years old at school.

I remember being about 4, sitting on an orange vinyl ottoman, watching Mr. Ed on television.

I was really little, maybe 5-6 years old, and I was in the car with the windows down in a bank drive-thru. I feel something scritchy-scratchy on my neck. I had just learned about centipedes so I was like “oh no it’s a centipede!” And reached back to get it off my neck. It bit my finger! Turns out, it was a praying mantis, not a centipede. Probably flew in through the open window lol