what is the first thing you remember?
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Sort of following on from the God thread.
I wondered what the first thing was that people remember in their lives.
Mine is quite weird ( no Vixy...
)
i was in a pram i think; lieing down and i remember that my face felt warm and i was more comfortable than i have ever been. Light kept shinning on my face in waves a bit like morse code...on off on off etc.
A few years ago i was on a train, it was summertime and i had finished work with a long commute ahead of me. Tiredness took me and i relaxed into a semi slumber in my seat ( not driving
) After a while of daydreaming i realised that exact same feeling of no worries and the light. I opened my eyes to realise we were travelling past a series of tall posts hence the morse code effect.
From this i deduced that one of earlist memories was in a pram lieing down in the summer probably being walked past a park fence or similar.
However i know that even though my eyes were shut i was not asleep so probably just a few weeks old before i could see properly.
I know this because i remember a voice in my head. It sounded like i sound now so i think it was my soul or something. It said " time to grow up now Ian "
It makes me sad remembering that as me and my brother had a nasty life before we were adopted and i know i said it for a reason.
Anyway...
What is your first memory, it might be an image from a previous life, it might be your first steps.
I'm interested that's all.
Ian
I wondered what the first thing was that people remember in their lives.
Mine is quite weird ( no Vixy...
) i was in a pram i think; lieing down and i remember that my face felt warm and i was more comfortable than i have ever been. Light kept shinning on my face in waves a bit like morse code...on off on off etc.
A few years ago i was on a train, it was summertime and i had finished work with a long commute ahead of me. Tiredness took me and i relaxed into a semi slumber in my seat ( not driving
) After a while of daydreaming i realised that exact same feeling of no worries and the light. I opened my eyes to realise we were travelling past a series of tall posts hence the morse code effect. From this i deduced that one of earlist memories was in a pram lieing down in the summer probably being walked past a park fence or similar.
However i know that even though my eyes were shut i was not asleep so probably just a few weeks old before i could see properly.
I know this because i remember a voice in my head. It sounded like i sound now so i think it was my soul or something. It said " time to grow up now Ian "
It makes me sad remembering that as me and my brother had a nasty life before we were adopted and i know i said it for a reason.
Anyway...
What is your first memory, it might be an image from a previous life, it might be your first steps.
I'm interested that's all.
Ian
I thought it was five but I have no idea why. I keep telling Mrs Rusty there's no point taking the kid anywhere decent yet, he won't remember doing it anyway. Have also kept cutting's from the Argos catalogue to show him 'all the lovely toys you had when you were young' when he's old enough to choose my nursing home. Must have saved a couple of grand so far.
I find difficulty in differentiating between stories about me I have been told, things I remember and things I have interpolated due to seeing a picture.
Having said that, I do remember kissing a girl in the junior cloakroom at school which would make me > 8 < 9 but I cannot tell you exactly when it occured (other than we "broke up" around 9 or so) and I do remember getting told off whilst in the infants when I was about 6 or 7, I know I remember that rather than it been a story/picture as my parents and I never spoke of it.
I think one of my earliest memories I can recall for definite was when I broke my arm aged 5 and had to miss a play day or something - I was in the classroom and a friend stayed with me, I remember seeing a bouncy castle out of the window. Similiary when I went to get the plaster taken off I have a vague image of the waiting room (vague enough to think it's a "real" memory), I do however distinctly remember hearing the buzz-saw sound and worrying it was about to be used on me and the relief and the strange shaped scissors been used to remove the cast and thinking about it now I can see/feel my arm after the cast came off (although again that last bit could be interpolation).
There are a lot of stories that fly around about me as a youngster and nowadays I rarely believe anything that I "remember", but the later are things I experienced and emotions I remember - thats not something easily described, but it is something easily imagined
Having said that, I do remember kissing a girl in the junior cloakroom at school which would make me > 8 < 9 but I cannot tell you exactly when it occured (other than we "broke up" around 9 or so) and I do remember getting told off whilst in the infants when I was about 6 or 7, I know I remember that rather than it been a story/picture as my parents and I never spoke of it.
I think one of my earliest memories I can recall for definite was when I broke my arm aged 5 and had to miss a play day or something - I was in the classroom and a friend stayed with me, I remember seeing a bouncy castle out of the window. Similiary when I went to get the plaster taken off I have a vague image of the waiting room (vague enough to think it's a "real" memory), I do however distinctly remember hearing the buzz-saw sound and worrying it was about to be used on me and the relief and the strange shaped scissors been used to remove the cast and thinking about it now I can see/feel my arm after the cast came off (although again that last bit could be interpolation).
There are a lot of stories that fly around about me as a youngster and nowadays I rarely believe anything that I "remember", but the later are things I experienced and emotions I remember - thats not something easily described, but it is something easily imagined
I have an absolutely lightning memory that actually freaks a lot of people out (I can remember little details of conversations with people they probably hoped I'd forgotten/forgot themselves etc). I can definately remember decent chunks of my school days from the age of 4.
Beyond that, I don't remember events, but images. I remember my parents looking a lot younger, all the cars they had (inc. numberplates - now that even freaks me out!), the old decor in our house, a few shreds of info about the house I was born to, in Leicester (the ducks that lived at the bottom of the garden, some of the rooms, my first toys (all toy cars, interestingly, specifically a tinplate Jaguar D-Type that had belonged to my Dad that I childishly destroyed). There's a blank of about a year (when we lived in Hyde and our family doctor was a certain Mr. H. Shipman
), and then it all seems to kick in from the age of 3-ish.
After that I can remember a lot of things that most people probably can't remember happening to the point where they think I'm making it up.
>> Edited by v8thunder on Wednesday 23 February 00:06
Beyond that, I don't remember events, but images. I remember my parents looking a lot younger, all the cars they had (inc. numberplates - now that even freaks me out!), the old decor in our house, a few shreds of info about the house I was born to, in Leicester (the ducks that lived at the bottom of the garden, some of the rooms, my first toys (all toy cars, interestingly, specifically a tinplate Jaguar D-Type that had belonged to my Dad that I childishly destroyed). There's a blank of about a year (when we lived in Hyde and our family doctor was a certain Mr. H. Shipman
), and then it all seems to kick in from the age of 3-ish. After that I can remember a lot of things that most people probably can't remember happening to the point where they think I'm making it up.
>> Edited by v8thunder on Wednesday 23 February 00:06
Various incidents/ images from when I was about 4... my bro was born 4y 4m after me, I can easily remember that day.
Some of the scariest memories are of hospital corridor lights going past as I lay on a trolley... I had three sessions of eye surgery, the last when I was 3, so I know it's not something I've been told.
Some of the scariest memories are of hospital corridor lights going past as I lay on a trolley... I had three sessions of eye surgery, the last when I was 3, so I know it's not something I've been told.
I was going to bring up a thread like this, come to think of it, about evocative feelings and images you go out of your way to experience even if you're not entirely sure of their significance. It's been snowing heavily in York today, and tonight, on the way back from the pub, I took a detour through the woods on my way home and stood there for quite a while just looking at the way the snow hangs on the trees and illuminates the woods without any source of light at night. It triggers a very vague childhood memory that I'm having trouble placing, but it's definately remeniscent of something. It's like listening to some old music and it brings up a kind of period pop-video image when you close your eyes (used to get this with '80s music as there was a definate '80s 'feeling', and I'm getting it with the '90s now too, especially the early '90s - must be a 'rolling' thing) - one part of an image triggers a whole set of intangible feelings. Well, when I can, I go looking for them.
Another memory I remember - going to a motorway service station for the first time (odd one I know), thinking it was all very futuristic with its bright lights and lino floors, and then, pulling into the car park below a window, was a red Lamborghini Countach. The doors popped up and out stepped a bloke in a white suit accompanied by a woman in a sequinned dress. That image of 'cool no matter what' is stamped on my memory forever. I was so transfixed by that car that my Dad bought me a little model of a Countach from the service shop, there and then, so I knew what it was.
That's weird - car-fixated at the age of 3. Well there you go...
>> Edited by v8thunder on Wednesday 23 February 00:25
Another memory I remember - going to a motorway service station for the first time (odd one I know), thinking it was all very futuristic with its bright lights and lino floors, and then, pulling into the car park below a window, was a red Lamborghini Countach. The doors popped up and out stepped a bloke in a white suit accompanied by a woman in a sequinned dress. That image of 'cool no matter what' is stamped on my memory forever. I was so transfixed by that car that my Dad bought me a little model of a Countach from the service shop, there and then, so I knew what it was.
That's weird - car-fixated at the age of 3. Well there you go...
>> Edited by v8thunder on Wednesday 23 February 00:25
!I dont remember much before I was about 6, just odd things.
The first I think is of 1 day during my first year at kindergarten. We lived in Maidstone and my Dad dropped me into school before going onto work (Hastings). This particular morning we were early and no-one else was about, it was cold and I was trying to warm up some plasticene to play with but the radiators weren't on. I can even remember what my Dad was wearing that morning, a pale blue shirt and dark grey suit.
I can remember what all my teachers looked like but I would have seen them virtually everyday until I was 13 (prep school).
I also remember, while stopped at a motorway service station the first holiday with just me and my dad asking him what the condom machine was at a service station, his reply was I'll tell you later, he never did.
The first I think is of 1 day during my first year at kindergarten. We lived in Maidstone and my Dad dropped me into school before going onto work (Hastings). This particular morning we were early and no-one else was about, it was cold and I was trying to warm up some plasticene to play with but the radiators weren't on. I can even remember what my Dad was wearing that morning, a pale blue shirt and dark grey suit.
I can remember what all my teachers looked like but I would have seen them virtually everyday until I was 13 (prep school).
I also remember, while stopped at a motorway service station the first holiday with just me and my dad asking him what the condom machine was at a service station, his reply was I'll tell you later, he never did.
I can remember loads about when I lived in Derby - moved there when I was 5, left at 8.
Selectively remember a fair amount about living in the black country before that, so I guess first memories are of around 3 or 4, but I reckon subconciously we remember more - lots of things must affect us from our very early days, and even being in the womb - 9 months is a long time!
Selectively remember a fair amount about living in the black country before that, so I guess first memories are of around 3 or 4, but I reckon subconciously we remember more - lots of things must affect us from our very early days, and even being in the womb - 9 months is a long time!
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