My brother and I smashing the entire contents of a package of Oreos against the wall while my mother was sleeping.
climbing out of the crib, pooping behind the door while my mom was watching Oprah, and then falling asleep beside it... lol
Crawling into the cowshed and getting stuck. I promptly curled up and wnet to sleep next to the pet calf!
Note This is unpleasant.
having the skin boiled off my back when my mother was trying to unfreeze the crappy freezer. I was 2. I sneaked beneath her to get at a piece of ice right as she poured the hot water into the frozen freezer. much of the water ended up falling on my back. fortunately there was no permanent scarring save for that incident being seared into my brain. i was wearing a bugs bunny t-shirt that day.
Either the train set my Dad got for me (or maybe for him) going so fast it tipped over
sitting in my toilet training seat holding my purple horse with the white mane.
I remember being in my crib in the morning - grabbing the bars, jumping up and down and making noises, knowing that my mother would come soon to take me out of my crib. I do not remember thinking in English - I was less than 2, probably more like 1 and wasn't speaking yet. It is an odd memory not to have language.
When I was about 3 I think - two memories: First, a scene outside the house, under a large walnut tree; associated with that scene is the old song "A Brown Bird Singing".
Second scene: me on a lawn a bit down from a house, near a creek that ran through the front of the property. I had picked up a bumble bee - it must have been dying - and pulled it to pieces to see what was inside - and got stung! (I was evidently interested in Biology at that young age! heh heh!)
being in mums arms at baby clinic, watching my sister play on a bouncy horse.mum said we only went to that clinic till i was one, so very early memory
I remember playing with Kindergarten friends when I was 5.
I remember being weened.
Smelling lavender from my pram. Think smell is linked to memory ?
On my second birthday my dad brought me to this farm to pick out a kitten from a litter there. I have a vague memory of scraping my arm on the doorway of the barn, and of trying to chase one of the kittens. Ha we picked out my cat Stanley that day :o)
I really don't remember my child hood its kinda blacked out for some odd reason..