64kB RAM in Commodore 64 😋
1992; I’m two years old, and having an absolute blast running through the sheets my mom had put up out on the clothesline.
About a decade ago my mom and I were talking about early memories. It turns out she happened to have a disposable camera on her at the time, and there’s pictures of me, joyfully forming my earliest memory as a toddler.
Laying in a crib crying while there was a full moon. I legit can’t tell if it was a lucid dream.
A friend of mine has what we are pretty sure is a legitimate cradle memory. When he was born his skull was asymmetrical. Enough that he wore some kind of a head brace in the cradle (it must have worked because he was a model for a number of years lol). I was there when he told his mother about it (assuming it was a dream or something) and she basically confirmed the memory and that they had never told him about it assuming he wouldn’t remember.
I’m not sure how old I am, maybe three or four. It’s the only memory I have from the first place my parents lived in. I’m outside the garage and I’ve got a hammer.
My mother is smashing computer components and I’m “helping”. I remember being so fascinated with what they were and how they worked. I was particularly enthralled by what I now recognize were the internals of a hard drive. The platter is just so shiny! This memory sparks a long term interest in computers.
Later I’d learn my father had been caught consuming particularly violent BDSM pornography.
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I was 6 months old when I saw my mom and dad fishing. My mom caught a snapping turtle and freaked out, so my dad pick up a stick and beat it.
Only reason I know how old I was because I was telling a friend the story when my mom chime in asked that how could I remember that I was only a baby and left on a blanket while they fished.
Yet I do and can see it clearly to this day. What sucks is I can clearly and vividly see all my past memories to that point even the bad shit.
Do you have a photographic memory?
No, that be sweet. It’s only memorys that I can recall. Not always the dilouge but sometimes that too. And depending on how long ago I sometimes must concentrate on one to get vivid details.
I once read that everything we have ever read, heard, and seen is stored in our mind just like a computer we just can’t always access it.
But somethings we can always acess like riding a bike. And somethings we forget like I used to know French now I can’t string two sentences together. Yet deep somewhere in my subconscious that knowledge is stored.
Be interesting if we could acess it at will.
My first conscious memory is of me gaining consciousness at age 3 or so. Everything before that are visual or tactile memories that are difficult to describe.
Anyway, when I had children myself, I suddenly remembered a lot more of those. Things that I never knew that I remembered somehow got recalled by watching my own child do the same things. So at age 40 I vividly and weirdly remembered what it’s like to be standing in a crib, holding and twisting the bannisters.
Tactile memories are weird. I’ve always enjoyed coming to my grandparents house later in life, because of the way the handles on the cupboards feel just the way they’re supposed to.
I can recall being in the cot under the window in my parents room, but there is nothing else attached to that memory.
I can also very clearly recall being put onto the floor in the back of my dad’s dark blue side opening van, which had an orange tinted skylight, and crawling across the corrugated floor panel to pull myself up against the wheel arch - since this was evidently before i could walk - whilst my parents were talking just outside, and the van itself was parked across the road from the entrance to our garden.
However, apparently my dad never owned a van of that type, nor anything like it, and nor did anyone that either of my parents or my - significantly older - siblings are aware of. So despite the clarity and detail of that memory, I have doubts that it is at all real.
I have a few memories that could be it, but they have no timestamps. I don’t know how early they are. Could be me sitting on potty in living room in the doorway, looking at TV where my dad was reading something on Telext of channel 1 (recognizable by the orange bar on top).
It’s the same for me. I have relatively early memories, I even know I was very little, but I don’t know which was when exactly, so I cannot pinpoint my earliest.
Earliest I can date is reading a newspaper about a significant event when I was not quite 4. I remember having to ask my mother for help with some of the words. I think I have earlier memories than that - like my mother teaching me to read, but I can’t tie them to a specific time.
I’ve got a memory from pre-k where I was basically refusing to participate in nap time and got kicked out of class and ultimately kicked out of Pre-K entirely. I don’t remember a lot of the details but I do remember not wanting to take a and then getting kicked out to go to the toddler daycare room something like that
I remember being small enough that I took baths in the kitchen sink. And I remember exactly how uncomfortable that was.
Idk, I forgot
I was probably 3, i remember walking up to my great grandpa, who was seated, and putting my hands on his knees. My mom asking me if I knew who he was and i was like “yup, that’s grandpa Jim”.
Earliest one I can actually put a date on is my first day of kindergarten. I remember the other kids doing some sort of crafting project outside. Other memories may or may not be earlier, hard to tell.
