Earliest Memory - Page 6

**Sir Honkers** · April 12th, 2018, 10:29 PM

I have this crystal clear memory of giving my mother a mother's day gift that I made for her in kindergarten. It was a cardboard box that I'd fingerpainted. I would've been five.

Thinkwell · April 18th, 2018, 10:44 AM

A very interesting thread, which I've just read from the beginning. I'd like to 'Thank' almost every post, but as they're so old I suppose there's no point.

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I was three-and-a-half when my sister and brother, twins, were born. While my mother was in hospital, I was sent to stay with a local family. My father had come to collect me and we were walking home.

He said, proudly - I sensed his pride - "Your little sister is called Alexandra and your little brother is called Leonard."

I went to a kindergarten where the girls and boys had names like Keith and Susan, and I was disappointed by these unfamiliar names.

[I have changed the names.]

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It must have been shortly after that: I was in my sister and brother's bedroom, where my mother was breast-feeding them - I prefer the old word 'suckling'. The room was shady, warm, and steamy. This is a pure, good memory.

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First Bad Memory

At primary school, aged five or six. I went into a toilet. Two or three boys, who I didn't know, were standing at the entrance chatting. Un-self-consciously, I stood at the urinal and took out my penis. One of them said, "Oh, you've got a little one!" His tone was not malicious; rather, it was friendly surprise, but, mortified, I covered myself and went to another toilet.

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Those last two memories were dormant for fifty years. Who can explain such things?

**Roubignol** · May 8th, 2018, 12:42 AM

Chronologically speaking... very difficult to tell.

But here are two:

1) Being attached in my bed at my grand-parents house and terrified of not being able to get out of bed.

2) Vomiting (almost to death) in a tube at the hospital, because stupid old people let rat poison pills in the kitchen and they were afraid that I ate one of these pills.

**Starkos** · May 10th, 2018, 03:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Estreeter

I vaguely remember my dad placing a bowl of cereal in front of me, I mustn't have wanted it and tossed it onto the floor and my dad then giving me a smack on the arse

I asked him once if that ever happened, he replied "you got smacked daily, how am I supposed too remember just one of them?"

So now we know where that whole anal obsession comes from mate

April 12th, 2018, 10:29 PM	#51
Sir Honkers Veteran Member Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Land Of Glorious Leader Posts: 30,354 Thanks: 286,908 Thanked 386,267 Times in 30,309 Posts	I have this crystal clear memory of giving my mother a mother's day gift that I made for her in kindergarten. It was a cardboard box that I'd fingerpainted. I would've been five.

April 18th, 2018, 10:44 AM	#52
Thinkwell Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 192 Thanks: 1,554 Thanked 2,263 Times in 193 Posts	A very interesting thread, which I've just read from the beginning. I'd like to 'Thank' almost every post, but as they're so old I suppose there's no point. - - - - - I was three-and-a-half when my sister and brother, twins, were born. While my mother was in hospital, I was sent to stay with a local family. My father had come to collect me and we were walking home. He said, proudly - I sensed his pride - "Your little sister is called Alexandra and your little brother is called Leonard." I went to a kindergarten where the girls and boys had names like Keith and Susan, and I was disappointed by these unfamiliar names. [I have changed the names.] - - - - - It must have been shortly after that: I was in my sister and brother's bedroom, where my mother was breast-feeding them - I prefer the old word 'suckling'. The room was shady, warm, and steamy. This is a pure, good memory. - - - - - First Bad Memory At primary school, aged five or six. I went into a toilet. Two or three boys, who I didn't know, were standing at the entrance chatting. Un-self-consciously, I stood at the urinal and took out my penis. One of them said, "Oh, you've got a little one!" His tone was not malicious; rather, it was friendly surprise, but, mortified, I covered myself and went to another toilet. - - - - - Those last two memories were dormant for fifty years. Who can explain such things?

May 8th, 2018, 12:42 AM	#53
Roubignol Veteran Member Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Mice Planet Posts: 3,882 Thanks: 15,974 Thanked 29,726 Times in 3,826 Posts	Chronologically speaking... very difficult to tell. But here are two: 1) Being attached in my bed at my grand-parents house and terrified of not being able to get out of bed. 2) Vomiting (almost to death) in a tube at the hospital, because stupid old people let rat poison pills in the kitchen and they were afraid that I ate one of these pills.