How good is your memory for your early days?

My memory is often too good for my own good.

I remember a few things from when I was 4 but mostly my memories start later.

My memory- lack of- scares the pea green out of me. Especially when hubby starts up with remembering his kindergarten teacher's name etc.

My memory of my early days is terrible. My hubby however can remember things for his early years crystal clear.

What a handsome little boy! Yes, my childhood memories are pretty clear and some are very pleasant:) While others, I've tried to block them out, but it didn't work. I wish that I could forget all of it!

I have very vague memories of being an infant, but none of them pleasant.

My earliest memories go back to when I was a year and a half old. And they're captured in black and white photos. In one I'm scowling because I'm wearing a buttoned-up wool coat and hat while my sister has on an open bolero jacket and my brother and father are in shirt sleeves. I didn't like being all bundled up but of course didn't have the words to voice my objection. That would have been in late spring. Another memory in photo I have is not wanting to have to wear a diaper under my sunsuit in the summer. I tried to tell my mother that I wouldn't poop but she wasn't taking any chances. I also have a photo of us standing outside the chicken coop. I remember wanting to pet the hen at the fence and putting my finger through the mesh. The chicken thought it was a nice juicy worm and bit it. Of course, there are other memories, but those are my earliest.

I remember when I was 5 year old, we would be travelling on a plane to another far province, me and my 3 siblings all girls, together with our mother to have a vacation at our grandparents's house. I remember, that they have a hotel on the second floor and a department store on the ground floor.

Modesty aside my memory is very sharp, I could still remember my 3rd birthday that my dad had it celebrated in the summer capital of our country. We have a Facebook group of our grade school class from kinder to grade 7 and every body in the group asks me names of teachers and past classmates and I can name all of them in almost all the class pictures. I was a chess player in college and tried blindfolded up to the 7th or 8th move. I think I inherited this from my mother, she's 85-86 but could still tell us the names of her playmates during the pre-war and Japanese occupation. She studied bible school at age 70 and even became ordained as lady pastor, so many other feats with her memory but it would be too long to write here.

i do still remember my school day. i miss them so much

I remember being lost at Expo '67 in Montreal at five years old. I followed the wrong pair of pants and discovered that the owner was not my dad. I got taken to this place for lost kids and got to talk to my mom on a picture phone before we got reunited. My dad was astonished at how much I remembered about the other details of that day. Later on, I was even astonished myself twenty plus years later when I realized I remember the interiors of some of the subway stations and the sounds everything made.

I remember very well something that happened when I was a little more than 2 years old, not many things from that memory and my 4 years when I started to go to kindergarten.

My memory is photographic from when I was a child.

i can still remember when i first stepped in school and when the bell rang for recess, i went home. i thought it was the end of the class.

I remember my second grade teacher making fun of me or correcting me when I suddenly realized that I knew s-k-i was ski, not sky. She thought I was making fun of the other kids in reading circle, but I was just joyful to have that aha moment. Did you grow up with reading circles? Our classes, led by one teacher, often had forty-five students in them. She would divide the class by reading ability, give desk work for the day, and pull the "circle" to the front that she wanted to work with. It is a wonder anyone enjoyed school. I remember getting lost at the school after riding the bus to the first day of kindergarten. We had a coloring page that day, a duckling. I colored it purple. I thought I had to finish or bring it back as homework. The "clean plate club"--did you have them? My older sister was nine years older than I. She was a challenged learner, but she loved imparting her knowledge to me. I often knew more than my classmates. I remember a lot about my early school days. Not all of it pleasant.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I was lost and did not know the direction of the way to go home and was confused about finding my parents because there was no public telephone.

I have some very vivid memories of certain things that happened when I was very young but there are big holes, too. I remember being 4 years old and watching my Grandfather leave for the dump with one of my favorite toys, a small plastic wheel barrow, loaded with the other stuff for the dump. I never found out why he decided it needed to go to the dump but I remember the pain and betrayal I felt.

I remember a few things from my past, when I was 3 I was playing with the lock on the card door and it opened and I fell out while my dad was driving. I remember him backing up the car to come back and pick me up on the road.

I remember the lamp post, I was told it is where I always went crawling to get up and walk. My mother in the rocker with another baby, my little sister that is 1 year 8 months younger. Jumping up and down in the baby bed with my little sister, yes it broke. Walking the porch railing, it was iron and I was good at it but got spanked for doing it. Going to school. Yes I remember lots. But my little sister remembers more than I do.

Great. I remember so many things of my childhood too, even some are bitter which I don't want to remember but can't help