How far back in your life can you remember?

I can remember things vaguely when I was around 5–6. but alot of times it takes someone to remind me of something that happened and then I tend to remember right away.

What a fantastic question. I have thought about this alot. I have tried in subtle ways to build memories for my children to see how far back they can remember when they are older.

I can remember very vague details of my home and play yard at about 4 1/2. There is no video of me until the age of 18(i’m 34 now). But there are pictures and some of the pictures conflict with my memories. That has always bothered me a little bit.

I can remember a few specifics events from the short time we lived in San Antonio, Texas – when I was two years old.

3 or 4. I remember lots of details about the street I lived on, a fried chicken dinner, barfing up Spaghetti-O’s in the middle of the night, getting pissed and shoving all my toys under my bed, having a dream about getting a roomful of new toys (and then waking up to avery disappointing reality), a boy telling me that the tooth fairy lived down the street.

When I was 3 my parents apparently took me to the bahamas and there are 2 images in my head i can still recall. My dad had his pilots license so he flew us down there and I can remember leaning in my moms lap and looking out the window and she told me that is where fairies lived..ha…and then i can also remember being on the beach and i picked up this huge ass pink/white rock….two images that are just ingrained in my head

I have very minimal childhood memories – I don’t really remember much before third or fourth grade.

When I was 3, at nursery.

I remember getting spanked for climbing on the kitchen counter when I was 2.

I can remember watching the pines flow by when my ma drove to Florida during WWII. She went there to join my father, who was wounded and on leave.
This was when they conceived my brother, who is 2 years and 6 weeks younger than me, so let’s say I was 2.
The psychologists tell us we have a lot of trouble holding on to experiences we can’t yet put words on (which is why psychedelic experiences are hard to describe – the language centers are suppressed, the visual centers expanded).

I can remember one experience when I was around two. I planned on eating a yellow jacket but when I picked him up I, of course, was stung. Other than that, probably age 4 or 5.

I have some memories from when I was 2. The most vivid was when I put my blankie on the space heater (because I wanted it to be warm, like when mom took it out of the dryer) and it caught fire. I remember thinking that it was a good idea to put it on the space heater, and then my confusion and fear when it was in flames. I cried and cried! But it all turned out ok – after that my blankie had a big charred spot in the middle of it, but I still loved it.

Three years old, playing with my best friend in day care.

I have heard that your earliest memory is usually very significant, from a psychological point of view. ie. was it a happy memory? were you frightened? And usually, these memories are from around 3 years old. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish a memory from what we have heard, or even seen in a picture.

I just learned that what I thought was my earliest memory—being terrified in a glass bottom boat in Hawaii when I was about 2—really took place in Florida when I was about 3. At least, it was a real event—glad I didn’t just imagine the weirdness of being able to look down into the sea forever.

I remember a lot from when I was three, maybe a little bit into my twos, but not as vivid.

Late two, early three. The first experience was helping mom and dad in the yard. I picked up a hoe and thought I was helping. I was, I helped stir up a nest of Yellow Jackets that nested in a rock border around the big cherry tree. Got stung dead center of my forehead. The other remembrance, my parents hung out the flag on holiday observances. We lived on the side of a slope with two stories above street level and two below . A basement and sub-basement (came in handy during tornado season) the flag was hung in an arch at the top of the outside stairs, two stories of steps. No matter how many times I climbed those stairs when I got to the flag it moved (blew) so I could walk under it without touching it.

I remember when when I was 3 years old being dropped off at an orphanage by my mother.

Hard to how much are direct memories, and how much are memories from others telling stories. I think I remember at least parts of at least four activities/events/friends from before I was 2, more from 2–3, then quite a bit from 4–5 and beyond.

I remember back to just short of 5. I was anxiously waiting for my mother to take me to register for kindergarten. I joined my little sister in the sand pile while waiting, and tried to dig to China so that I could hide and escape my anxiety.

I can remember so much when I was three. The memories are still clear to me, especially the time when my sister took away my doll and hid it behind our television. I cried so much—too much—that she was forced to give it back.