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.

My earliest memories are fake, I"ve learned, and there is a huge amount of stuff I don't remember from high school and college. Meh.

My earliest memory, was as a late two or early three year old. My parents got me a Gingerbread duck as a special treat. "Is that a real Duck?" I asked. "Yes, it is" my brother's girl friend told me.

I said something along the lines of "Wah, I can't eat a duckie". "I'll take care of it", the goilfriend said, and she ate the cookie.

A little bit later it dawned on me that it was cookie shaped like a duck, and I turned to her indignantly and said to her 'you lied to me. That was not a real duck'. She replied, "now you know, never trust me when cookies are at stake."

So I guess my first memory ends with me saying to myself "Gar, that was really stupid".

I swear I remember being in the crib, but who knows if it's real or not...

I remember a car accident we were in when I was about 2 years old (Mom didn't believe me that I remembered it, but then I mentioned a detail she had totally forgotten about). Then, running away from my mom who's trying to get some eyedrops into me (I still hate drops), which would have been 4 years old. Next, it's laying down to take a nap in kindergarten and also teaching a classmate how to tie his shoes. Then, lots of memories of school from 1st grade.

About that same time, I recall lying in bed, listening to Mom and Dad argue (again), and hearing Dad say, "Maybe we should just get a divorce." They didn't actually separate until I was out of 5th grade, but when they told us about the separation/divorce, I wasn't surprised and hadn't been since hearing that argument.

My earliest really vivid memories are from around second or third grade-- I remember being really upset because my third-grade teacher put my sticker collection in the trash (I got it back!), and I have a really vivid mental picture of the games room at my summer camp where I first read A Wrinkle in Time. But there's not a whole lot from before that, and the stuff that I remember best is not always super pleasant.