Originally Posted By lesmisfan my earliest memory i think would be me in a car seat in the back of my dads old brown car when i was i think three.
Originally Posted By LacyBelle When I was 2, I remember the neighbor boy coming to my house to walk me to his house for his 3rd birthday party. Before the boy came over to 'pick me up' (haha), Mom & Dad told me to be sure NOT to tell the boy what I got him for his birthday -- that his present was a secret. Apparently that didn't make sense to me, since I knew he was just going to be opening it and finding out anyway. We got no further than the end of the driveway when I told him what I got him. LOL I couldn't tell you what the heck the present was now, but I remember the situation.
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Too cute! When my daughter was barely two years old, I took her shopping with me for Mr. Glitter's birthday gifts. We had several conversations about how Daddy's presents were a surprise, and she shouldn't tell him about them. I knew it was a gamble at that age, but I wanted her to share the fun of shopping for him. Much to my amazement, she did indeed keep mum about the presents for the next several days. Then on the morning of his birthday, we were awakened, as usual, by the sounds of little Miss Glitter chattering to herself in her crib via the baby monitor. For some reason, she had recently taken to talking "to" the monitor and even calling it by name. So sure enough, after a couple of minutes of random toddler conversation, we hear, clear as a bell over the receiver in our bedroom, "Monitor. . .we got Daddy a basketball for his birthday!" ROFL!!
Originally Posted By bloona ^^ lol..lovely I remember we used to live with my grandparents when my mum and dad split up, i used to get into bed on a morning with my Grandad and look through his readers digest magazine (do you get those in America?) and he would add bits onto drawings in there and ask me to guess which bits he had added.
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Indeed we do. My dad was a faithful subscriber to the Reader's Digest.
Originally Posted By Bucky N Satchel 2 big events happened when I was three, and I have memories of both. There was a major oil spill here in SB, and I remember birds covered in oil and people talking about it. July 20 1969 was my Grandma's 65th birthday, and I remember we had a bunch of family over for her party and we all ended up in front of the TV watching the moon landing. I also remember at about the same age taking my first ride on a mini bike in the desert. I went tearing up a hill at top speed and then went tearing down the hill and then I was sliding down the hill and the side of my leg was all scaped up.
Originally Posted By Liberty Belle I remember sitting in my grandparents' kitchen and mum was cutting an apple up. I got worried and told mum that she should let Granddad do it because I didn't want her to cut her hands. Granddad pretended to be offended and said "but then what if I cut MY hands?!" I can remember thinking that mum had softer hands than Granddad and they were more at risk of getting cut, lol. I think I was about 4 at the time. I also have another memory around the same time, and I'm not quite sure which is first. I was over at a family friend's place and they had a plastic blue cover over their pool, and I was convinced that meant it was hard enough to walk on. Everyone kept telling me that it wasn't hard, but I knew better ... so I stepped bravely up onto the blue plastic while no one was looking and WHOOSH! Straight down into the pool. I cried and cried. Quite funny really ...
Originally Posted By ReadingMom My earliest memory is when I was probably 4 or 5. We lived in Mt. View at the time and I was sitting in my mom and stepdad's orange El Camino with white vinyl seats. Very cool car.
Originally Posted By RAM1984 I have been gone a few days so am catching up. There are some really cute stories here. I have to say Mele's was my favorite. I have such a mental picture in my head. Makes me think of something my grandson would do. I have a very vivid early memory. At about 2.5 I was standing in front of the church where my father was the youth director. I was holding his hand and people from the church kept talking to me. (BTW: my mom told me I could not possibly remember that far back but I do.)
Originally Posted By RAM1984 >>I do remember sitting in the "way back" of our station wagon<< We had 5 kids and several station wagons with third seats. My kids always called it the "way back". I have never heard anyone else use that term before.
Originally Posted By Lisann22 I can remember riding with my uncle on his motorcyle. I was 16 months my mama says. I remember it so vividly, my mom says it has to be because he sold the bike when I just turned two.
Originally Posted By MissCandice My first memory was when my sister was born. I was 2 year 9 months old and I went with my father to the airport to pick up my grandmother who flew in from Texas (we lived in Hawaaii at the time) and I remember her walking towards me with this HUGE Raggedy Ann pinata for me. I don't remember the actual birth or anything, just that huge pinata. I had that thing for years.
Originally Posted By Labuda Well, my earliest memory centers around my Grandma Labuda, I think. I recall being in the garden with her once, and I remember her making an Easter Bunny-shaped cake for my 3rd birthday (which was on Easter, I think, or else right near Easter - anybody know what date Easter fell on in 1976?). Another really early memory is the time I lsot my Daddy at Handy Andy (local grocery store), and when I met Elsie in the milk section of that same Handy Andy. Yes, indeed, they had a live cow in a pen back in the dairy section! lol
Originally Posted By Labuda Oh, and I'm pretty sure that my first operation (ears) was when I was 3 - I remember the ride home from the hospital in our blue station wagon (sky blue on the outside, navy blue interior).
Originally Posted By Labuda ">>I do remember sitting in the "way back" of our station wagon<< We had 5 kids and several station wagons with third seats. My kids always called it the "way back". I have never heard anyone else use that term before." Really? We also (in 70s Texas) called it the way back.
