What is the first memory you have as a child?

I still do remember when I was 3, when I used to live with my uncle and a cousin who was always jealous at me and would pinch me and give me a really angry look.. ( I was innocent.. is it my fault to be cute? lol)

lol ok dont laugh at me, but the first thing i can remember was sitting on my brothers bed (he is 3 years older then me) with him, and he was playing with his puzzles, and i was eating one of the pieces! i was maybe 2 years old at the time. i think part of why i can remember it so well was because my parents took a picture of us with the puzzle on his bed (before i started eating it) lol

Wow, I guess the first real memory I have is going to get Chinese food with my family and not wanting to eat the bean sprouts. My mom leaned over and said something about "How would you like it if someone came to your house and said they didn't want to eat what you cooked?" Ever since then, I've loved bean sprouts LOL

I've wrote about this in another similar discussion, although the earliest memory changed this morning. When I remember being disappointed that my father wouldn't take me with my brother to see my father local team. Before that it was going down town around Christmas and seeing santa clause. I was around the same age with both =) Kudos, ~Joey

Most of the first memories I have was around four years old. My mother's younger sister would always tease me about something I don't remember anymore. What is vivid in my mind is that I throw anything at her face each time she teases me. From other responses in your post I guess children already starts keeping memories at the age of four. I could not remember anything when I was three.

Mine was being with my biological parents (I am adopted) and having my mom lock me in the bathroom with her so she could take a bath. I guess I was 3-4. I also remember being left in the hospital (found out when I was older I had spinal meningitus--sp?) My bio parents brought me a plastic doll. For years later if I smell that kind of plastic it gives me a flashback of that hospital stay. I was also terrified of hospita;s all my life because of being left there- while my parents went home.

The earliest memory I have was when I was somewhere around 3 years of age. I only know for sure because of the house we lived in. We moved when I was 3 1/2 so it was somewhere between 2 1/2 and 3 years old. I had to wash the dishes after dinner. I had to stand on a chair in order to do them. The other clear memory I have of that age is the church we went to at the time. The bathrooms were down in the basement and it was a very creepy basement with only a single light bulb. I remember my sister taking me to use it and the bulb burnt out. Scared me quite a bit.

Okay I hope I don't cause undue sadness here, but my earliest childhood memory is from when I was three, a month before turning four. I am in my bedroom on the floor playing with blocks when my mother comes into the room to tell me she is going to do a load of dishes. This means she will be in the basement. You had to go out the kitchen door and walk down the steps along the back of the house to get there. I was told to keep an eye on my brother. ;-) Granted, my mama just wanted to feed my ego, build my confidence. So to make her proud, I took my babysitting seriously, I finished my stacking and went to brother's room to make sure he was still napping. When I got into his room, he was still asleep, but there was a small stream of blood coming from his nose. So I ran outside and downstairs to get my mama. She picked me up and rushed upstairs. She sat me down just outside the door into the house. I followed her into my brother's room and she was crying and telling me to go across the street to the neighbor's house for help and for me to stay there. I watched from my neighbor's front room window across the street from my home, as the ambulance pulled into the driveway. Soon after my dad came to screeching halt in front of the house. He ran inside. Later, my mama and my brother were loaded into the ambulance, and my dad came across the street to inform the neighbors what was going on. I was sent to the other room with the neighbor's children during this time. I remember vividly leaning against the door with my ear against it trying to hear what was being said, as I always did when the adults wanted "adult" time. I grew upset when I learned that I was going to be staying overnight at the neighbor's house.