First Memories From Childhood.

[not_nadine]

I was about 4 or 5.....

My mom and dad took us to Wildwood , NJ.... The sea... the waves!!

I got caught up in a wave and rolled round and round with it.... I lost my mom and the towel!

Some lady took me to the beach hut.. I cried and cried... I thought they all forgot about me.
Oh well,,, let's go home.

Then over loud speakers ... WE HAVE A LITTLE LOST GIRL.. BLONDE HAIR.. BLUE EYES...

My mom came.

What is your first real memory?

 

[staropeace]

I spent a summer in Wildwood with relatives....loved it! My first memory is eating a cheezie.

 

[SharonC]

I remember sitting on my tricycle in a diaper full of poop, and being afraid to go inside. I have no idea why I was afraid, but that's all I remember.

 

[AnnaMarie]

I remember when my grandmother died and my mom went down home for the funeral. I don't know how long she was gone. It took two days to travel each way, so she was probably gone a week. During the days, my dad was working and my brothers and sister were all in school. I was to young for school. I was 3 or 4.

Oddly, I remember the house the babysitter lived in, but I don't remember her name or face. Just the house, and ONE thing that happened.

I was a non-stop chatterbox. If I wasn't talking, I was singing. She had had enough! In complete exasperation she asked if I ever shut my mouth.

I said "You don't spend much time with children do you."

My dad ended up taking the rest of the week off work. I never connected why. He told me he just wanted to spend time with me.

 

[Riot87]

Mine is not a good memory.

 

[GNTLGNT]

...trying to find an extra-tall diaper....

 

[doowopgirl]

Being rushed to an aunts house as my little brother was making an appearance

 

[Grandpa]

A number of them; don't remember which came first. Choking on an apple. Christmas morning with lots of toys spread out. Sipping my grandmother's coffee. Horrible, surreal dreams when I was sick.

 

[danie]

When I was three, the woods right in back of our house caught fire somehow.
I remember my mom holding me on her hip as we watched it. I was wearing red rubber boots.

 

[RandallFlagg19]

My first memory is my 5th grade teacher reading "the hobbit" to the class. Sometimes memories of earlier in my life will blink through my mind, but the shroud of darkness quickly returns.

...trying to find an extra-tall diaper....

How tall are you? and wouldn't you have been normal baby length... I suppose you don't have to be a baby to want or need a diaper.

 

[Lina]

My memory is not good as I've been long trying to forget some bad stuff... as a result I remember almost nothing. But I remember walking in the yard near our house with my friends and my friend's dad teaching me to ride a bicycle. I remember my parents did not allow me to have my own bicycle, so I was really happy to ride that day.

 

[GNTLGNT]

My first memory is my 5th grade teacher reading "the hobbit" to the class. Sometimes memories of earlier in my life will blink through my mind, but the shroud of darkness quickly returns.


How tall are you? and wouldn't you have been normal baby length... I suppose you don't have to be a baby to want or need a diaper.

...OK, I'm 6'9"-and yes, I was an average size baby...I was simply making a wisecrack....and I am most certainly NOT a member of the ABDL Community(Adult Baby/Diaper Lovers)...

 

[FlakeNoir]

 

[Spideyman]

Age 3. Being at my paternal grandmother's viewing with my two cousin, about the same age. Taking flowers from the floral displays and being told not to do that anymore.

 

[Jojo87]

I don't remember how old I was but maybe 5 or 6, I teased my sister and I remember that she started to cry. I teased her a lot when we
was kids and sometimes she teased back.

 

[Rosie Real]

My first memories in order of earliest:

• Sitting in my high chair refusing to eat spaghetti & toast (do you have tinned spaghetti in the States?)
• Holding my newborn brother while my parents took photos ) (I was about to turn 3)
• Feeding the ducks & geese at the local lakes with my uncle - he kept saying 'dont put your hand too close or they'll bite", so of course I put my hand too close & got snapped on the hand by a goose. And bawled my eyes out.

My favourite memory is the second ))

 

[kingzeppelin]

My first memory is of a yellow balloon toy. Long sausage shaped balloon with a crude face printed on it, that stood on card board feet. I guess it was for a birthday or Christmas, not sure which, but I loved it and was devastated when it went "bang".
I must have been about 3 or 4, not older because my memory shows me an old farm cottage and the family moved from there before my fifth birthday.

 

[SharonC]

My memory is not good as I've been long trying to forget some bad stuff... as a result I remember almost nothing. But I remember walking in the yard near our house with my friends and my friend's dad teaching me to ride a bicycle. I remember my parents did not allow me to have my own bicycle, so I was really happy to ride that day.

How funny! My mom wouldn't let me have a bike either. Our house was located just outside the city so we had no sidewalks and my mother was terrified that I would get killed. We had neighbours just across the road. My friend got a new bike and his dad taught me how to ride on his old bike. I can still hear my mom yelling for me to come home and get off that bike. I was devastated! I guess I must have been about nine at the time.

 

[pegasus216]

I don't remember how old I was, but I know I wasn't going to school yet. Now this is WAY back! Big work horses used to drag timber out of the woods that had been cut down. My dad let the people who cut the trees keep the horses at our house in a stable we had. Along with the horses was a donkey. I guess he kept the horses calm. Anyway, the donkey got lose, and I was so scared. I remember hiding under a bush in the yard until he was caught. I wasn't afraid of those huge horses though. They were both white, and I was fascinated with them.

 

[EMTP513]

My first memories in order of earliest:

• Sitting in my high chair refusing to eat spaghetti & toast (do you have tinned spaghetti in the States?)
• Holding my newborn brother while my parents took photos ) (I was about to turn 3)
• Feeding the ducks & geese at the local lakes with my uncle - he kept saying 'dont put your hand too close or they'll bite", so of course I put my hand too close & got snapped on the hand by a goose. And bawled my eyes out.

My favourite memory is the second ))

I remembered that about my brother on the night he went to Iraq. It's amazing what the terror of losing a family member to war will bring out of one's memory. I never would have thought of it if I hadn't been hyper-worried that good soldier or not he might still come back in a body bag.
Everyone I talked to said that "if he's a good soldier, he'll come back alive." Richard, who's a Vietnam Veteran and saw people die in combat, said "that's the most ridiculous statement I've ever heard. I saw plenty of 'better soldiers' than myself die in Nam. A hidden explosive doesn't care if you're a good or bad soldier. It goes off when activated, & they don't exactly put up a sign saying 'hidden mine located here.' "
I wish I'd known in 2003 that I could have talked to Richard instead of all the other good-intentioned people in my life. It would have helped in a major way.