I opened my eyes and looked at the white ceiling, aware of myself, of being.
As a small child I would think of that earliest memory and was convinced that since I could not remember before that moment, that moment was when I actually started to exist.
Submitted by Jessica.
I remember seeing colorful cars with happy faces.
I’m not sure how old I was but it was definitely before the age of 3 because I went to school when I was 3 years old since I have a late birthday.
And I do kinda remember going to school.
Anyways, I think the colorful cars were from a cartoon show perhaps because I started watching cartoons at a very early age.
Submitted by Maryam. You can follow here Tumblr here: Winter Wonderland
The room was dark.
Stuffed rabbits sat on the shelf lining the bedroom.
A mobile with bright objects hung above me.
I looked from side to side and saw my little arms swinging in the air, and then wondered what that loud noise was.
I then realized it was my crying.
I was about 6 months old.
Submitted anonymously.