What is your earliest memory?

[Treetotal]

I can remember a Kindergarten teacher bringing me home because she thought I had flea bites! She had growled at me scratching and told me I couldn't bring fleas to kindergarten!

Can clearly recall her knocking at the back door, and when my Mum opened the door, she pulled up my top and pointed them out, saying, something like "she's got fleas, you need to get rid of them before she comes back!  (I can right now picture and hear her)!  The old bag!

I thought she said "you need to get rid of "her"!  Yikes!  Pretty scarey for a little kid!

 I was terrified - Anyway, my Mum got really angry -with her -  I had hives, and probably from eating the morning tea apples from kindy that were not peeled that day - (I was apparently allergic to Apple skins - I do remember Mum always peeling my apples when I was wee!

This made me really laugh 
I experienced a  similar situation when I was given a note by the nit nurse to take home...it turned out that the note was meant for a girl in my class with the same first name and a very similar surname...my Mother was furious and made the headmistress look through my head to check for any offending head lice...of course the inspection proved that I had no such infestation...my Mother got an apology and an assurance that there wouldn't be a repeat of this mistaken identity.


Some good ones here and some have brought back similar memories for me too.
Thanks for sharing.
Carol 

[halhawk]

The earliest 2 memories I can definitely date are from the same day when I was three and a half.  In the first I was with my dad in a hospital to collect my mum and new born brother, and was given a large doll (perhaps to limit jealousy issues?). The second, which I am sure was the same day, was at our village church, with the vicar saying some prayers. As we were the only people there, I have always believed this was a churching service.

I have several other memories from around the same time, but they may have been slightly earlier or later, as there is nothing memorable enough to date them.

[Erato]

I'm not sure if it's the first, but a very early memory is 'helping' my father when he was turning over the soil in the vegetable garden in the spring.  I went along behind, covering up the earthworms with soil so they wouldn't dry out and die.

[bullet]

I can remember my father using a floor polisher and I was small enough to sit on it as he pushed it around the floor of his shop.   It was when we were living in Wigton in Cumbria so I must of been maybe two or three.   Also, watching Andy Pandy on TV.

[jaybelnz]

I can't remember riding the floor polisher (ours was a triangular shaped thing) but can remember standing on my Dad's feet dancing around the lounge! 

Also remember sitting on his knee and him singing to me, "Daddy's Little Girl"!  Usually just before I went to bed, or if I was upset about something"!

The first time I heard Michael Buble singing it, I went berserk and bawled my eyes out!

There are a number of different artists singing it on You Tube!  More tears!!

Jeanne

[dowdstree]

My earliest memory is of being in my pram and it was very dark and I could see the stars - not sure of my exact age but must have been under 2 years old.

Another memory was when I was 3 years old and I went with mum and dad for a holiday to Port Glasgow. We were staying with a great aunt and uncle and when I stood on a chair at the kitchen sink I could see the ships on the river Clyde. This is most memorable because I was given a tube of banana flavoured toothpaste which I ate instead of using to clean my teeth
Can't remember if I was sick

Dorrie

[Flattybasher9]

Opening my eyes for the first time, seeing a large pink hill with a cairn on top, and wondering how the hell am I going to climb that when I cannot even walk yet. 

Anonymous.

[Chilternbirder]

Four images of the bungalow that my parents rented in Stanmore. We moved out when I was 3 or 4. Curiously I remember less about my infants school and not much more about the juniors.

[Regorian]

I can't match most here. My first memory was at 5 years old. Latter half of June 1948. My father took me to the Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital at Taplow, Bucks, to collect my mother and new brother. I can see it now in full technicolour. Lovely summers day, Green Vauxhall 14, green leather upholstery. Me sitting in the middle of the back seat, head in hands, my mother in front passenger seat holding the baby, balling his head off, he did a lot of that.

I suppose I resented his intrusion. Never got on with him, haven't spoken with him for 12 years.