:-) Did she wear those rolled up hose?
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I have a memory of looking out an open apartment window onto a train yard. My mother says I'm remembering visiting an uncle in Kankakee, Illinois when I was about 18 months old. Of course, I have no idea how accurate my mother's memory is.
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Don't under estimate that carrot cutting thing 'Face. Kids and knives is a dangerous thing and you mastered it. It was probably the first sign you'd one day be King Mod of an important internet bulletin board.
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One time, while I was probably 8 or so, I told my mom about a dream I had. I was in a hospital room, and it had Sesame Street characters on the wall. The nurse was putting a band-aid on my arm, and my grandma came in and took me for a walk down the hallway. My mom looked at me and said that actually happened. Whenever I was two years old, I had double pneumonia. I had to be hospitalized. The walls in the unit had Sesame Street characters. The nurse would put a band-aid on my arm whenever she had to give me a shot or have me on an IV. My grandma would come up every afternoon and take me for walks down the hallways. So, I guess I was remembering that in my dream.
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I'm not sure.

It's either trying to eat the toxic berries in my backyard or screaming like a demonic child as they ripped me away from my mother on the first day of school. Very traumatizing.
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I hadda hippocampus at 18 months. I remember seeing President Eisenhower at the Rose Parade in Pasadena. People were throwing confetti from the buildings & some guy lifted me up so I could see the President over the crowd. He was standing up in a convertible waving to the cheering throngs.
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Andrew Luck had not just one, but two hippocampuses when he was in the womb.
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I have a foggy memory of being attacked by neighbors dogs, I barely remember seeing them get through their fence and then it's nothing.
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I can remember going to Union Station with my parents to take a train to go visit my Grandparents. It was like 1959 and I was 4 years old. It was packed and all the men were wearing suits and had hats.
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I kinda would like it if everyone went to suites and hats. Maybe I should just do it on my own and get it started again. Cooler ties this time, although the Commi-era suits are cool looking.
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My earliest memory is from when I was 3 years old or so. I was assembling and playing with one of those balsa wood airplane kits that came in the little pouches. Something like this.


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Sucking on my mother's boobs. She had me very young so they were still quite nice...
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Remember watching as Walter Cronkite broke the news to the country and crying because my Mom was crying. I was 4
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Sitting in a high chair around 1 1/2 to 2 years old and my Mother trying to feed me scrambled eggs with ketchup on them and I kept spitting them out because I hated them and her saying to someone that I was the only child who wouldn't eats eggs.

48 years later I still HATE eggs with a passion and never have eaten one. The smell of egg salad causes me to vomit. I normally have to leave the table if someone next to me eats sunny side up or soft boiled eggs. YUCK!
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I have many, but I think this was the earliest.

I hid myself in a wicker box that my toys were stored in so I could pop out and surprise someone. I recall feeling, "I'm so F-ing clever!"

I remember a fight my parents had when I was very young. I recall the day our dog ran away the first day we got him. I remember acting like I was blowing gum bubbles by basically just spitting it out halfway. All of these were likely pre-5yrs.

Once, I got in trouble with my father for pissing my pants. Also, one time I got lost in a shopping mall, then shat my pants. Never have I recalled potty training. Thankfully, I picked it up before schooling and have only relapsed a few times after heavy drinking.
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