I was 1.5 years old, recovering from surgery.
I was laying at the hospital, with my bed being the first one to the right as you walk through the door.
I was crying for my mom.
The nurse opened the door and threatened that if I didn’t stop crying, my mom wouldn’t visit.
Submitted by Luliana Schraut. Follow her on Twitter here: @VialOfDreams
The caw of the crows nesting in the tall trees behind our house.
Submitted By L.R.
Age: 22 months.
My mother was very pregnant with my sister, and we were lying on her bed – her back was propped up on the headboard.
She was smoking a cigarette with the ashtray resting on top of her big belly.
The astray was bouncing around due to my sister’s kicking inside.
We were laughing as we watched the ashtray move.
Submitted by Carol Crawford-Jones.
I was three years old.
An outdoor gathering from Dad’s office at night.
Saw my brother did something–I didn’t remember what it was–I only remembered I was angry. Instead of pinching or kicking him, I ran away crying to my house.
It was crowded, but then someone handed me a glass of Fanta, and I drank it.
Other memories from that age:
Saw a full moonrise from the window.
I was stunned; I had no idea that moon could be that big and yellow.
First colouring picture, a strawberry.
Mum taught me to write numbers and letters.
Dad taught me a song about a bulbul on the top of a cempaka (magnolia) tree.
Ate a popsicle (the one in a narrow plastic bag).
Orange flavour.
Played with a steamboat toy.
Got minor burn on my right pinky with an iron, and the back of my right foot by a motorcycle exhaust pipe.
The burn mark on my foot is forever there.
Submitted by Debora Tobing, 21, Indonesia. Follow her on Twitter here: @deboratobing
Age 3.
I was going downstairs.
It was daytime and I asked where the bubbas were.
My mom was on the couch in the living room watching TV.
Submitted by Cody Stewart.
I was between the ages 0.5 and 1.5, but I don’t know when specifically.
Lying on my back with white bars around me (my crib), above me a cord (a mobile); pulling it, music.
Such great warmth and total content emotion, everything is perfect and in order.
So safe.
I tend to visit this memory quite often, playing the same music that the mobile played and jumping into the emotions of my past.
Still every time I do it I start crying in total bliss.
Submitted by Gijs Peskens, 28, Leiden the Netherlands. Follow him on Twitter here: @gpeskens
Sitting on the back steps of our house with my twin sister, playing with a new doll at my 3rd birthday party.
Submitted by Emily Bill, a 19 year-old law student from Australia. You can view her Tumblr here: Psycho Street
The bitter taste of my mother’s coffee.
Aged 5, I snuck some from her cup.
Bleurgh!
I’ve not touched it since.
Submitted by Josie F, aged 28, from Wolverhampton, UK.