Earliest Childhood Memory
I was at the library this afternoon picking up a few weeks supply of books for my daughter and I stumbled upon a book that confirmed I existed as child.
Of course, I existed as a child, I’m an adult now, but I don’t remember my childhood. I have a few memories spaced out over the years, but whatever happened in between is a mystery. I have no childhood stories to tell, I don’t remember when or maybe I just suppressed my childhood.
Anywho, when I saw the cover, I stared at it and cocked my head to the side like a dog might do when you’re speaking to it. The book was trying to tell me something, but I could not make the connection. I began to thumb through the pages, trying to remember why this book was so familiar and then it hit me and I yelled: I used to read this book as a kid! I began looking through the other books on the shelf to see if there were any other books that documented my childhood. Unfortunately no, but I was happy with what I found because before today, I could not remember a book I read as a child, maybe this one was my favorite.
I couldn’t wait to get home and read it. I feel like I have been reunited with something that was lost. This book is very special to me, after all, it’s one of my earliest childhood memories.
What’s your earliest childhood memory?
on February 3, 2008 at 8:32 pm
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sometimes it takes something to trigger the memories like your book..I know it has happened to me when something long forgotten suddenly gets surfaced in your memory..
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on February 3, 2008 at 10:59 pm
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I remember only bits and pieces of my childhood, and sometimes that same thing happens to me. Someone will mention something that triggers a memory. It’s always nice when that happens.
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on February 4, 2008 at 6:17 am
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Greetings Robert,
I guess it does. I’m still looking at this book like its a map or something. lol
on February 4, 2008 at 6:20 am
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Hey Binary
Okay I know you’re not supposed to remember too much about your childhood, but I remember very little. Now that I see the pictures, I remember the book like I never forgot about it. The mind is amazing, when it’s working.
on February 4, 2008 at 1:24 pm
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I pretty much remember nothing before about age 12 or 13. I don’t know if that is unusual or not, but I did read somewhere that most of what people think they remember about their childhood is from stories told by older family members. This might be why so many people only remember some events, those were the events that were retold as they grew older.
I do have one partial memory of a re-occurring dream I had when very young. I don’t remember all the details, but it was a dream that at the time I did not understand as it was very adult in nature. By that I don’t mean R rated or anything, just adult concepts and from an adults viewpoint. That one childhood memory set in stone certain beliefs I have about a so called “cosmic consciousness” which is where the common human belief of life after death and reincarnation come from.
How’s that for an only childhood memory to have? LOL!
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on February 4, 2008 at 8:25 pm
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Thanks Will I don’t feel so bad now. I do remember stuff here and there, but I feel like I slept through my childhood and woke up at work.
I suffered a fall as a child and had a head injury, maybe I can blame it on that.
Hmm, that’s some re-occurring dream, go back to sleep and fill us in on the details.
on February 5, 2008 at 12:14 am
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Actually I had the dream many, many, times until I was about 8 or 9 years old. Then it stopped and has never happened since. It is weird, I know but I guess it like seeing a ghost or aliens! LOL! If it happens to you, you are a true believer, if it doesn’t there is no way to truly believe. I feel certain I know something about a universal consciousness, but never try to convince anyone else that I am right about the details.
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on February 5, 2008 at 2:10 am
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I work at a library & occasionally come across a book I treasured as a child. It hits me like a forgotten ton of bricks. I love to reread those old books.
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on February 5, 2008 at 6:39 am
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Lana, thats exactly it…a ton of bricks. I had to call my mom and asked if she remember me having it. It’s so de je vu…now I don’t want to return the book to the library. lol
on February 5, 2008 at 10:16 am
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I am like you and others, I remember practically nothing about my childhood. I remember a couple of things from junior high, a few more (but not much) from high school and even though you called me old and I’m not, I do not even remember much from my 20′s. So thank you for writing this because you all just made me feel better.
on February 5, 2008 at 10:30 am
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Hey RMR
i’m glad you don’t remember crap either. i thought i was the only one…it’s like i have no darn stories to tell my kid because i don’t remember…man when i saw that book, i was thrilled. i had her read it to me. i look at it everday too. i called my mom and asked if she remember me having it. i feel like i should go the library and have people hold up books to me like those darn ink blobs shrinks hold to their patients to see what memory i might recall.