One of my earliest memory's is seeing my mother's face through the oven window, as we played hide and seek, and she saying "your getting warmer"... :)
Sounds like the same thought from my hot and cold experience.
Are you Irish?
I remember being pushed down our hallway by my brother on a little bike. <br />
I was around two years old.
I remember being around 3 years old. My mom, dad and I lived in a small trailer at the time. I remember being underneath the kitchen table and seeing my dad asleep on the couch and hearing my mom in the shower. The oven was on and the oven door was open and I went right over and put my hands on the oven rack and screamed! My mom came running from the shower and my dad rolled off the couch and they peeled my hands off the rack, leaving my hand prints (skin) on it. Then they drove me to the hospital. I still have a scar.
My father kicked me with hate n disgust! I'll never forget that face! i was around 5 or 6
That sucks happen to me guess I was a enemy turned footstool
My mother taping my diaper with box tape so I couldn't take it off......and Me throwing a fit because it was ugly.
Crawling in a bedroom and staring up at a china cabinet as if it was a magical kingdom.. wow :D
at age 2 playing in the garage with something that i later found out was old oil. i ruined my dress and it was my birthday party!
Awesome question I was like very much a baby but I remember my sisters letting loose my white bird and they left the window open in my house of my room. I saw it leave through the window and fly away into the sky. Still till this day I see a white bird and I image what my poor bird must have went through in it's life.
I remember lying on my back, and in a fuzzy haze a round face appearing over me. My sister, leaning over the crib. Reaching out, with a baby-fist to try to touch that face...
Stepping into the fountain in the middle of Central Park in New York City and being surprised and amazed when the ice broke and I went into a couple of feet of ice cold water. I remember I thought the fountain was a swimming pool so I must have remembered being in California for my first three years; the memory was from the age of about 3 1/2. My nanny came running, very upset, but a few minutes later my dear and wonderful foster parents, Dorothy and Harry Davis, rolled up in a big yellow taxicab and we sat facing each other on the two seats in back and went through Central Park drinking cups of hot chocolate poured from a thermos and laughed and laughed about the incident.
Falling down apartment stairs in Marietta Ga. with my tricycle in tow. Had to have stitches over my eye and the nurse strapped my *** down like frakenstein.
being hit with a belt then biting my father on the leg
I stuck a bead in my ear during movie time in preschool.
yeah. luckily i went to the hospital instead of having my dad suck it out with a vacuum.
Getting my foot stuck in a drain cover...and the only way to break free was to lose my beautiful little red shoe :(
I was walking around my front room in just my nappies and watching the telly
Looks like everyone has the fetal memories covered, so I'll go with barbecues at the Flintstones. Fire-cooked meat was all the rage.
Thinking I was 3ish. Walking with my gram and mom in shintown pa. Smelling the rain starting...
Climbing out of the crib and sleeping in the little hallway in my parents' first house.
Being 1 or so and sitting on the rag carpet floor of our apt in Germany with my head at about the same level as the low coffee table in the living room, facing the door as my mom walked in with her BDUs on and long, curly hair. I was holding a toy of some sort.. That's my earliest memory.. but it's more like a still fr<x>ame picture than a memory.
This morning's radio alarm clock playing A ******* Robbie Williams' song. It didn't endear me to Angels...