How far back can you remember? I have snapshots in my head. Images that were seen through my eyes but that contain no cohesive memories to go with them.
My first full-blown memory is one born from sheer panic. I was four, or possibly still in my late threes. Quite simply, I fell into the toilet. As I was later told by family, we were visiting someone else's house. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and my little butt fell right in, and I was stuck.
That was probably the last time that my rear-end was small enough to manage such a feat! :)
Anyway, I don't remember what the bathroom looked like, or what color paint was on the walls. I just remember that sensation of my legs being stuck and trying to scoot myself out of my predicament.
I believe once you turn four or so, the memories start flooding in. Often they are there, but don't emerge unless triggered by something. Smell is a big factor. To this day I can remember the way my great-grandmother's house smelled. No other house anywhere will ever have that distinct scent...and with that scent comes the rush of memories.
Last night I heard the song, MORE THAN A FEELING by Boston. Immediately I was morphed to Panama City Beach. I was probably around seven at the time. My mother must have been distracted because I somehow got onto the Bobsled ride all by myself. To this day I remember every sense about those few moments of sheer independence. I remember the music. It was so loud. I remember the mountains painted on the wood, flashing by every few seconds. I remember the wind, and I remember the tug of the ride pulling me back into my seat. That's all I remember. I don't remember if I got yelled out afterwards, but I remember the rush.
What are some of your earliest, most vivid recollections?