What is your earliest memory?

It's my pleasure for sharing this memoryy ! Painful though,but i can't erase the past..
Actually i only could remember the blood the had spitted out,my mum last year told me that i'm afraid of blood and faint etc because of that incident what happend with my grandpa!
I feel sorry for ya grandma =(

I believe that i saw my hands move in front of my eyes and thinking wow these move I can make them move and just doing it for hours moving them in front of my eyes.

I remember that my father was moving or something and I was sick. and all these vague things like, standing in front of a red light while moving, buying icecream on the way there.

I found out I was 1,5/2 years old because later when I told my mother about this memory, she told me that this happened around the time my parents got divorced. He sold the marital house and he was moving to his new apartment.

I had a pretty bad bladder infection and I wasn't allowed to go outside. He promised my mother not to do that but eventually he did anyway. Even giving me icecream. When he brought me back he told my mother that he moved, so my mother found out he took me outside eventhough he promised not to because I was sick.
apparently this was one of the last times I've seen him for 14 years because he said he never wanted to see me again.

Weird that behind such a small memory there's a story this big.

I have a few vague memories from when i was around 3 yrs old but i don't even know if actually happened or somehow i just made them up or dreamed about it. I'll go with a memory when i was 4 yrs old in kindergarten (probably there are others before this but it's the one i remember now), a kid was drinking water in the classroom and then another kid came and drank water from the same cup and i was like ew gross how can she drink from the same drooled cup lol i´ve never thought about it but this makes me realize that i've been squeamish since i was a kid.

my childhood. that my mum worked hard every day to provide a living for her 5 kids. until today and for the rest of my life i will be grateful to her. that memory thaught me, that i have to work hard also to fight for my goals, dreams etc. nobody will hand you opportunities.

My memory when I was 4 years old at home, was my mother dancing subtly through the garden with butterflies. It seemed all bright and blinding.

I think I was 3 yrs old, eating a match box sized cheese, I still remember the taste the color

I was about 2-3, my mum was happily feeding me baby formula. I was lucky to be hers. I know there are some women who did terrible things to their kids. Especially step-mother.

When I was around 3 or 4 I wanted to hug my grandma's dog, but he bit me.
In an age of 6 or 7 a dog tore up my left knee.

But I still love dogs.