My Earliest Memory

Watching some Little Einstein, or some Youtube Poop, or Spongebob, or Adventure Time, or Regular Show.
I do remember getting spanked by a ghost, too.
And some other weird stuff.

Submitted by Seamus Meader.

Reading about a cat called Mog.

Submitted anonymously.

I was three, my cat was four.
She insisted to show her dominance over me.
I learned that she had claws.
It hurt.
A lot.

Submitted by P.

When I was just four years old, I was at the dinner table.
My mom wanted me to eat 2 sliders and I said, “I don’t think I can eat that much.”
Then she said, “You don’t eat that much.”
Then I finished the first slider, then I moved on to the second one, my stomach started to hurt, and I threw up all over my plate and I said, “What did I say.”

Submitted by Elias K.

Being read to by my older brother.
Noddy and Big Ears.
I think he was learning to read, and I also got the benefit.

Submitted by Kay M.

Laughter and giggles.
My own.
Hiding under the covers, pretending that no one could see or hear me.
Believing that no one could hear me.
Every Sunday before church.
Who knows when it started?
I hope it never stops, until I’m not around to experience it.

Submitted by JL.

Loud banging of metal against metal.
Shouts from men.
I know, now, that we were having scaffold put up on our house.
This puts my age at 5 years old.

Submitted by Graham K.

An armful of library books, held tight under my chin.
I was, and remain, an avid reader.

Submitted by J.L.W.