I remember my dad and his friend taking my toy where you put the different shaped blocks into a ball and timing themselves putting all the blocks into it.

My father is a child.

When I was about five, I imagined memory to be like a record. To remember something was like a needle of a record player moving through the groove of the record, except when you remember something, the needle partially rewrites the memory. So if you remember something wrong, that error will get reproduced and strengthened over time.

That radiolab is my main source of info on memory, Daisy. Partially because the mutability of memory freaks me out too much for me to want to really look into it further. Brains are weird.

Partially because the mutability of memory freaks me out too much for me to want to really look into it further.

I can see that, except I like reading about flawed and mutable memory and other things that tell us we're not as smart as we think. I'm weird, I guess.

The earliest memory I can remember...or think I remember is walking or being carried from the parking lot to our apartment in Northampton at night. I would have been three or four, I think? I'm not sure why I have...or think I have a memory of that. I remember things from Pittsburgh, mostly trivia questions from the Gifted and Talented Program I went to once or twice a week. I learned how strong spider's webs were. I also sat too close to the TV watching Dennis the Menace. And maybe there was sassafras in our backyard. Or what I thought was sassafras. Also, we played in the snow at recess. Just little things like that, from first and second grade.

I remember waking up on the sofa, sick, the day after my third birthday. Even then, I had no memories of any events before then. I mean I knew how to talk, I knew who my family was, but I had no memories of anything that happened. It was like I just popped into existence on that day.

Scola's a Nestene duplicate - pass it on

Or a cylon...

Scola's a Nestea advocate, pass it on.

I mostly remember embarrassing things, to my annoyance. A few places where I stood out happily. And vivid images. Most of my memories are almost third person, like I'm standing very close to myself and picturing the event, rather than the event from my POV.

My earliest memory is from when I'm 2, I believe, I'm lying in a crib in my grandmother's house and staring at the light coming in around the blinds. I deduced the time by looking up the New York World's fair, which my sisters got to go to with my parents and I was with my grandparents. Not like a 2-year-old would get much out of a World's Fair, though.