You're pretty sure being a baby was awesome, but why can't you actually remember any of it?
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I have two early memories. My second earliest, from when I was three and nearly scared to death by a talking trash can. (My parents told me it was in Disney World, and apparently that was a thing), and my great granddad from about when I was between 1 and 2, I know it’s that because I remember crawling towards him, and he died before I was 2, and I didn’t begin crawling for a while because baby me preferred rolling. The trash can I can see why I remember, because it traumatized little me. I don’t know if my great granddad made that big of an impact on me as a baby or if I was traumatized never seeing him again, or what. I only know it was a memory because I could recognize the exact room I was in and his picture before I even had a legitimate idea who he was. I’m not saying I’m special, as I can hardly remember most things, I don’t even remember a third of what I did last week, but it’s just interesting.
I do want to note to those going around saying it’s impossible that what is stated as fact in this video is estimated according to research, and not the hard line, as many can remember at least traumatic events. Which again, I don’t claim to be special. It really isn’t so preposterous. I mean, there’s inheritable depression, people who lose control of their body, people who get paralyzed at night, people allergic to water, and more stuff far more preposterous sounding than the possibility of remembering something from early age
Hey, I remember a little bit of my first birthday
It was kinda like
8-year-old random boy with bowl haircut jumping on a big trampoline
Blue and white baloons
Some mickey mouse decoration
And a few cousins or smth like that around the table with a cake
Idk HOW i remember that
I think it is because i recall it every month or so
So, since childhood amnesia seems to be linked with how fast a brain developed new neurons, as you say, then that should mean that the less of your childhood you remember, the smarter you are, right? Because that means that the brain's quick production of neurons spanned for a longer time, thus remembering less of your childhood. And since this quick production of neurons lasted longer, its safe to assume that you have more neurons in the brain than the average person, which means you're smarter.
I vaguely remember trying to walk. Holding on to walls and walking from the diner table and chair, I remember it being fun and a little scary. It made my mum happy so it motivated me and I was determined to do more. Second earliest memory after that was around three I believe, it was a memory of a dream. I dreamt I woke up beside a huge yellow snake, then actually woke up and went to tell my mum about it.
I honestly couldn't recall early memories until i stared at one of my baby pictures. Specifically the ones taken during my first birthday. It helped form a very fuzzy sequence of events in my head and when I mentioned it to my mother, she confirmed that the fuzzy looking memory I had was accurate to what heppened then.
I was hospitalized for almost half of a year whenever I was two due to complications from pneumonia. My lung required a drain tube and for some reason, they didn’t or couldn’t use any sort of anesthesia. My parents didn’t fill me in on the situation because the doctor just decided that they should have me turn my head and then perform the procedure without me anticipating it so that I would remain still. I remember being chilled to the bone and I didn’t know why they wanted to lift my hospital gown. It was a children’s ward and there was a picture of Alf painted on the walls (it was the 80s).
My dad pointed and exclaimed, “Hey, look over there! It’s Alf!”
“Where?!” I replied.
(Commence blood-curdling scream)
I remember being really upset that my sock was splattered with blood and crying about it. I guess it was just a toddler’s way of dealing with that sort of trauma.
From that point forward I could never look at anything Alf-related without feeling anxious and a bit queasy.
I got so ill during that time that I had to relearn how to walk, so my parents got me a little red wagon to pull me around in. I remember being grumpy because I was just so sick and tired from everything and I got mad when my twin sister was sitting in the wagon with me. She remembers me being a little turd to her, too, and she can confirm many other memories as well.
I remember my very first birthday party . My dad came home from work with a chocolate donut with sprinkles for me and everyone else in my family had chocolate cake . Another memory was when I was around 8or9 and my brother had to get stiches in his knee .
I can’t remember my infant days when I was 3. Even now. All I know is black then when I opened my eyes I’m in a bed. I’m 3 at that time. Now I still can’t figure out why. I don’t even remember why I’m in that bed !
My memory goings as far back as very late 3 or early 4 years old. I do for some reason remember before my memory started. Complete darkness (void) for a split second but felt like it was 100 years that when by that fast. Then my memory started. I thank photographic memory and autism for my memory.
I can remember when i was little i went outside btw i could walk by then i was probably 4 or 5 years old i went out of the house all the way to the curb on the corner of a street and there were about 5 police cars at the curb of the street i can still remember look up a police man and just running back to the house as fast as i can and the police mens asked is this your kid to my mom my mom replied with a nod to the police mans and the look upon her face a worry or scared face and i can still remember a bit of my pre-k schools i was play with a toy firetruck with a woman who i think as my teacher back then and i can also remember when i was 7 years old this blue mustang was park by this tree and all of a sudden the engine of the car exploded but it was a small explosion btw part of the tree was caught on fire it burned all the leafs off as i speak of that the part where the tree was burned is still there today and my first birthday that i could remember was when i was 6 years old good old memories. Really long comment
the only memory i have when i was younger than 3 was finding out a way of getting out of my crib by reaching and getting a chair through the wooden panels of the crib. Oh, and when me and my brother flicked yellow paint around and i cried because it got on a tassel that i was particularly attached to. But that's it.
I actually recall a bit of a memory of myself standing up in a playpen and crying. The emotion I have attached to that memory is that I did NOT want to be in that playpen! I also remember an orange carpet.
When I told my parents about this fragmented memory, they told me that I was around one year old when that happened, based on the fact that I told them that there was an orange carpet, and that I lived in such a house when I was one year old.
I guess that's like the one memory that never got pushed out or erased, but it's such a tiny bit of time.
I honestly don't think I've ever been able to remember my early life. Cause I do remember waking up one morning and not remembering anything that happened before that when I was 4 or 5. I knew my name and stuff but I couldn't pinpoint the last time I heard it. The only reason I remember that memory is because I tried really hard to remember something from an earlier day. Any earlier day. And I couldn't. Now I only remember that morning and forgot the rest of the day. But it must have been so interesting to me that I didn't want to forget it.
I"m 32 and I swear I do have some fragmented memories of being a baby! They are vague and I know it's easy to imagine false memories but I have fact-checked with my family and everything I've remembered has been true! according to my mom I was 6 months old at my strongest early memory.
My earliest memories occurred when I was in preschool aged 3-4. I remember being extremely shy during those days. One time, my preschool teacher made me share an orange with another child. But.. it’s weird because I view all of my memories as being an onlooker to the situation. I don’t place myself in my childhood body, if that makes sense.
There was one day in my life were i " woke up" before that i had no memory i was speaking eating by my self and going to the toilet but i don't remember before that even the DAY that happend i coildent remeber a thing
I also have great memory
Edit: this happend when i was 5
At best I can remember from my 2nd birthday. Just like a dream through nothing else significant happened in months later being 3. I believe we don't remember what happened that early should mean nothing super significant happened because I seem to remember more than others of my age in events. I really can't forget how primary was for me it changed who I first went into school. I was really friendly kid and had a very traumatic experience no one can ever comprehend changing my attitude. Nothing bad in family but I had a bad start with a terrible school. Nothing that the staff did besides having a small playground that primary kids only had to play on and you couldn't just sit out. Also I was a bus student before October of me moving somewhere else. I had no friends, set with only one other kid and we're seating the closet to the counter for art and crafts that I always get missed out on to finish. I wanted to make the most of that school. I was smart enough I could've I possibly could've advance to grade 1. If my idea of approach worked out as I thought then and I recall clearly as I experienced it. I could've or if not I could have kept my mind in tacked to do another attempt later. I somehow annoyed my only one other table friend that she exploded in her yell at me. My attempt of advancing to grade one was to show I can cooperate with others and problem solve. We knew the rule that we can't get up and remain seaten. I wanted to finish my arts and crafts project for once and just needed scissors. My table buddy was the closet than everyone since had the closet table to the counter she just had needed two steps and I felt myself analyze the height of counter and she could reach it just fine. I felt I was prepared to get a no, I understood when I asked and thought rationally that I would get either yes or a no. She did say no, or yes. She howlered at me I was annoying she. Granted at the moment I felt clever with my idea I possibly beamed clever energy as I asked and reminded her as SpongeBob or something. I had to tell the teacher right in the second when she came when that happen what I meant to do and I could think of why she responded in that way since I was really minimalist I felt like I was I believe it because it feels like it have been a month ago. Sure when I asked I peaked at something that over stepped. I did nothing to deserve how she. I asked the teacher when she came in why was her response I can't even fudge of what happened. But when she answered me my ear we're ringing when I put my focus on her. I heard of something that something that she was a special needs kid in something. Even though I was five I can remember it perfectly just from what I focused, the feel and what I took along in September. Not what everyday was but I was really aware of myself then. I felt so bad I feared I would trigger her again and be more annoying because the kid shot a nerve in back of my head from a pulse wave it stunned my actions at that moment before having a choice to move to a different school with my parents. Not because they knew what happened but issues with of the apartment my parents rented. I choose to move because to avoid causing more trouble for that girl for what she did made me feel I would be able adjust myself in time before I percieved as a bully that annoys her more. I never was annoying kid I was a lonely friendly kid that struggled with being a bus student and she was the only vocal point. Though I had a chance of checking of what we're moving first before deciding and it would been great for both of us. Cause the atmosphere at my new neighborhood was better and I didn't need the bus anymore cause it wasn't that far. I felt I could've stayed if the place that we stayed wasn't better than what I was leaving. I would problem solve myself to get better. I felt I could and I would've but the moved turned out better and we both would be at ease that she wouldn't get bothered by me anymore. I was more at ease to not having a confining lifestyle that I would have still lived in. I didn't go back from be my previous happy friendly kid. I was more worried that I wouldn't annoy the new class that I moved into. Well m
I have the memory of seeing my little sister in the hospital for the 1st time. I was 3yr and 4months old. I remember it distinctly because I got into an argument with my parents about her age, I insisted she was 1, because I was too young to understand the concept of 0.
I can remember being pushed in a stroller and the Irish Setter we had, being in a high chair, and looking up into the darkness and seeing the moonlight coming thru the curtains. My first memory is of my mother, smiling down at me.
Dude I remember some times when I was a baby like that time my dad bought me an ice cream forthe first time and I didn't knew what to do so I just slashed it on ma face and to ice cream fell off the cone and I started to cry😭😭😭😂
The earliest memory I can remember was when I was 4. I was coming home from picking up my younger brother that my mom just gave birth to. I remember that day. My father barrow my uncles car and it was raining hard that night. Thunderstorm!
i was an awesome baby and i remember alluvit. so when i was born- actually i wasnt even born. I just pulled myself out and started flexing. I was a ripped baby. I was also a smart baby. As soon as i was born i went to kindergarden and did gymnastics (because i was also a stretchy baby) Then when i was 1 i discovered rocket ships and i made them.
i was also a creative baby.
and then when i was 2 i had my 15th birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday.
i was also a super remember baby.
and every other kind of babytoo
I can remember some things from when I was a 1 year old. One vision is that I was eating gum and fell asleep I was sleeping next to my brother in a gigantic bed and everytjing was almost all red the curtains the bed sheets the windows tinted red. I woke up with melted disgusting gum in my mouth and I went to the living room with my mum holding me I think it was my dad that was holding my brother or if it was my mothers ex husband I also remember sitting at a couch eating some bear I think it was beauty and the beast shaped cookies which were frosted it was like a mansion I watched a scene where this guy was kissing a girl or idk if she was passed out. Another memory I have I was about 2 years old was when I was at my babysitters house they always kept the house dim I was potty trained and while I was potty trained I was watching T.V I remember getting cleaned and eating dinner in a highchair.
i remember when my third birthday!! my cake had a pic of Ernie on it and his nose was a gum ball, i was so jacked cuz i got to eat gum for the first time!!
(by-the-way i just turned 37 a few weeks ago)
I only have two memories from before I was three years old, the first one is the time I had bacterial pneumonia at 10 months old. I specifically remember the seizure and my mom putting me into the car. The second one, I don't know exactly how old I was so this could have been before or after three years old, but I remember seeing my mom's car from an aerial view. After three years old though, I have more bits and pieces of memories.
I remember when I was young I would go over to the neighbors house and I would play with her son and I remembered he was playing a game that I really liked. Later on in life I started playing world of warcraft and it struck me that this is the game that I liked to play with my friend when we where kids.
I remember my first birthday and I'm 14. I got a princess themed party at my grandparents house and I got a little princess chair and a matching princess couch that folded out to be a little bed. I also remember I could somewhat understand what my siblings and cousins were saying and wanted to talk with them. And when I blew out the candles my grandma forgot to turn the lights back on and my mom was slicing the cake so the lights stayed off the entire time we were eating. I think I only remember so well is because it was the first time EVERYONE in my little world was focusing on me, all at the same time. I was like the queen of the world!
I have one memory of when I was six months old. I told my mother the whole memory and she was astonished that I recalled that. She then confirmed and explained what I remembered. It was only one memory though. The rest was a wash. I remember very little before my teenage years.
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