I don't remember if it was last year or the year before that, but for some reason my mom had gotten out some old photographs of when I was cute. One photograph was of a large fountain in a park in Detroit. I said, 'I remember that. That's where I was crawling and got my knee bloody.' My mom looked at me and said, 'You couldn't have possibly remembered that. You were only 6 months old.' I told her I did remember it and with detail told about her running to get me out of the fountain and taking me to a water fountain that had a brass spigot of some kind of animal. I told her my dad held me up to the faucet as she wiped the blood off of my knee and it had hurt. My mom then said, 'Someone must have told you about this.' I thought about this possibility and then asked, 'Who knew about this except for you and dad?' No one else did. She had kept this quiet because she feared people calling her a bad mom because she had let me crawl in the fountain and had momentarily left me unsupervised. To put it lightly, my mom was quite shocked I remembered this. I personally don't understand why this was so shocking to her.
My next earliest memory was when I was one year and 8 months old. I still remember that day as clear as if it were yesterday because that's when my parent's moved us into our first house. It's strange how I can remember something that happened 53 years ago, but can't remember what I did last Tuesday. I am wondering what your first memory of life was?


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I would climb anything and climbed the wrong thing one day.
thanks for posting this and evoking the memory!
I have grown old..sigh..and don't remember things the way I used to when I was about 4 or 5. Now?? The earliest thing I can remember is sitting in my garden under a henna bush with a friend and crushing the leaves into a paste to smear it on our hands! Must have been around 3...