I was taking a nap and my mother came into my room and laid with me.
She was crying, though I couldn’t see her face.
I was 2.
As I got older, I learned that that was the last day I ever saw my dad again.
Submitted by Macy.
Month: March 2015
My Earliest Memory #339
Being in the middle of my mom and pop as they hugged.
I was probably seven or eight.
I miss that.
And them.
Submitted by Caroline F.
My Earliest Memory #338
As a baby in a crib, in my dark room, where i was crying – as I must have been hungry or something – and seeing my messed up blood father creep into the room (acting really abnormal) and him feeding me a little yellow pill.
I then remember going on a trip (it got me really high; and got the desired results – to shut my little baby mouth up) and in all honestly I should probably not be alive today.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #337
An infant in a black stroller while in the living room, with a netting over the top.
There was a cat in the room, who was stalking me and eventually jumped onto my stroller, getting caught in the net.
He was whisked away and did no harm to me.
The terrifying nature of this memory may be responsible for me remembering it for so long.
It doesn’t seem possible to remember anything from such a young age.
I am not certain whether this actually happened or not.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #336
I have memories from my early childhood about my dad carrying me around our living room talking to me, but I was too young to understand.
I remember the silver wallpaper, gray rug and the arch between the rooms.
He was trying to tell be something, but I could not understand.
I am fairly certain that this actually happened.
Submitted anonymously.