Hipsofagoddess:


That research is wrong. I clearly have some memories from my preschool days and my first day in nursery school. I was 2 years during preschool, 3 in nursery.

raptex:
The day my younger sister was born. I was 5 then. My mum had assured me that I was gonna have a younger brother as the result of her scan had revealed that she was carrying a male child. Immediately I heard she gave birth to a girl, I started crying uncontrollably. She jokingly asked me if she should throw her daughter away and I said no.

I also remember one day when I was still in primary school (Not sure how old I was or what class I was in at the time or if it happened before or after the birth of my younger sister). I pooped on my body. I remember the cleaners washed my uniform and I was the only kid in class wearing a singlet. I remember walking home in my singlet with my uniform in hand(My mum told ms this happened almost everyday and my teachers told her to pray seriously for me.I think this was the last time it happened).

nnamdiosu:


Yea ishi. Mine is even earlier....like 1.5 or 2. Can't recall exactly but I'll show you why.
In my house, we siblings gave ourselves about 2.2 years gap. But we normally just say 3 years in between.

Now, I recall events that happened clearly before my younger sister was given birth too. I recall my very first day at school, days before I even started school and so on.
Everyone I told normally laughed at said it was a lie. Even my mom. As she was laughing when I told her, I told her the particular incident that occurred before she gave birth to my sister and on the day she gave birth to my sister. You need to see the way her smiles vanished slowly from her face.

What I didn't even tell her was some events that occurred even earlier than that.,so she won't freak out

When I was done, she just said, this boy u try o. Lol.

I guess this gift manifested becos I was a brooding/reflective introvert when growing up. I reflect or reason out things. This sharpened my thinking/memory muscles to be able to stretch back behind the veil that covers children's memory at childhood.

phajeemy:
Well, I don't know how old I was, but I could remember a scene I caused. My aunt touched me with a cassava stem(stick). It barely touched my body, then, I don't know, got a weird feeling and started crying, went to my mum to report that I was beaten by my aunt.
Next I knew, my mother and my aunt's mother, who happens to be my grandmother got into a heated exchange, it was a big fight as a result of my crying which I believed my mum overreacted to, I don't know what later transpired or the contents of their outbursts.
But I remember walking in on my mother later that night and hell, momma was crying. I felt very guilty, though I don't understand d feeling then but as I grow, I came to realise it as guilt.
And in fairness to my mum, I was an only child then cos my mother had stillbirths before me and after I was born, so, I understand her overreaction. Woman had her fair share of going through the agony of losing children, not once, but 4 times.

GAZZUZZ:
I remember...

Not sure of the sequence but here it goes.

I was born here. Govt Girls College Dala
Kano
https://maps.app./bnP5aLcqAPpPACU58

Mumu was a teacher (english/french) we always lived in a school quarters.

I remember following mum to work and playing in the girls hostel, I remember picking up sugar cubes on the floor in the girls hostel and placing them in my mouth, I remember the girls hostel, they were always fond of me , I remember when Aunty gracee came to visit with her daughter, she tied bags of water an put in the freezer and went to sell at the gate of the sch (that woman is a legend) I remember strangling a chick (for no reason) when we had a poultry in one of the rooms, I remember the honda 2500 generator that Uncle Joe would carry alone in between his legs from the garage to the end of the walkway (we hardly used it) I remember when mum was a student and I was not in sch, she would attend her lecture In BUK guess it was a defence or something, I would play outside near the 505 picking up sticks and flowers while she was in class (I guess I was a noisy chilld), I remember plucking and chewing red tomatoes straight from the garden, I remember we had a Russian neighbours, and robbers visited, shot the mum and her son, mum died, but son lived, remember dad took all of us to the BQ and held our mouths tight.

I remember being asked, what is the baby doing (my younger bro) I said baby is looking

I remember telling my nanny I was going out, picked up keys to the 505, opened the door, but was never able to turn the ignition (dad alway locked the steering and pulled the parking brakes really high)

I guess the earliest would be picking up the sugar cube on the floor, dusting it on my shirt and chewing

Thanks ishilove

Wait! I remember catching a turtle! Threw it like a rock, came back next minute and couldn't find it! Sneaky bast.ard!

ThothHermes:
Yepa...

This can give someone lifelong PTSD

Ishilove:

Do you have other siblings now?

Ishilove:
Except for very few exceptional folks like my pal Oweniwe, we don't bring memories from our past lives into the present one (although they sometimes surface from time to time. That partly explains 'deja vú')

Babies also don't retain memories, and research has indicated that most people's earliest memories only go back to about age 3-1/2. Sigmund Freud coined the term “childhood amnesia” to describe this loss of memory from the infant years. (I borrowed this from Google ). We have a few rare exceptions like I mentioned earlier. These rare few remember back to the very first moment they opened their eyes after being expelled from the comforting warmth of their mother's womb.

I agree with the aforementioned research submission on the beginning of most people's memories because mine goes thus-

I am sitting down, holding my older sister's hand. I am wearing a white sleeveless blouse and an itty bitty, slightly faded flower blue skirt(in retrospect it must have belonged to my older sister and that explains why the colour was fading).The skirt is really short and I have to sit down with my legs tightly closed (thank God pedophilia wasn't as rampant as it is now).

I and my sister are sitting down on a low bench, in a courtyard facing a brown painted bungalow with a verandah. Flowerless green plants are in front of the bungalow. There is an old man wearing a white, knee length babariga and white trousers sitting in the verandah. Before him is a bowl of eba and ogbono soup which he is eating with such relish. I stare, fascinated at the man's Adam apple as it bobs up each time a ball of eba goes down.

My sister leans over and whispers in my ear "Ishi, don't look at him o. There is ant in his soup. He is eating eba, ant and soup."

I am horrified. I gasp in disgust and avert my eyes.

Decades later, my sister has no memory of this event but after I described the house and the courtyard to my mum, she recognised it as the very first house we lived in when we first moved to Lagos (I was 8 months old at the time). She remembered the old man. He was our neighbour. She also recalled threatening to beat the bejesus out of my sister if she ever let me out of her sight, which is why big sis was my shadow. It also explains why she was holding my hand tightly in that memory of long ago when I was 2 and a half years old, watching my neighbor swallow huge balls of eba and supposedly ant tainted ogbono soup.



And THIS, folks, is my earliest memory! Everything that happened to me prior to this is a total blank.

What's yours?

bigfrancis21:


My earliest predates this lifetime actually, reasons why I was born, planning for this life etc. Somehow the memories never left me (partial veil of forgetfulness) and have guided me up until this point. I pretty much know how my current life would pan out till the end and my life up until now has panned out exactly the way I was shown.

My earliest in this particular lifetime would be during my 1 year old birthday. I remember standing in front of my cake and seeing so many people in front of me which scared me so much that I started crying and ran away from the cake stand as fast as my legs could carry me. This was happening outside (in Port Harcourt) in front of the flat where we lived then and it was around evening getting dark. I ran behind the building then my father walked up to me where I was, smiling he opened up his arms and beckoned on me to come unto him, which I did. It was very calming and he carried me back to my stand.

barag:
@ Ishilove I remember describing the house we lived in when I was just two to my mum. I can remember standing at the balcony and looking out through the railings at the road. That picture just never leaves my minds eye. Mum was surprised at my description and confirmed we did live in a house like that.

We left that house before I was two and half. My dad believes somebody must have described the house to me for me to give such a vivid detail of that part of the house but nobody did.

obowunmi:
My father raping my mother in front of me.

bigfrancis21:


My earliest predates this lifetime actually, reasons why I was born, planning for this life etc. Somehow the memories never left me (partial veil of forgetfulness) and have guided me up until this point. I pretty much know how my current life would pan out till the end and my life up until now has panned out exactly the way I was shown.

My earliest in this particular lifetime would be during my 1 year old birthday. I remember standing in front of my cake and seeing so many people in front of me which scared me so much that I started crying and ran away from the cake stand as fast as my legs could carry me. This was happening outside (in Port Harcourt) in front of the flat where we lived then and it was around evening getting dark. I ran behind the building then my father walked up to me where I was, smiling he opened up his arms and beckoned on me to come unto him, which I did. It was very calming and he carried me back to my stand.

Ishilove:

It is not wrong. The research indicated 'most people', not 'all people'.

Ryan03:
I kind of had a lonely childhood, i remember going to nursery school, was given food which they kept in my bag. I forgot to eat, Nobody checked my bag when i got home, the following day the food was spoilt and Smelling badly. I was blamed for it

catwalq:


Awwwn... Come lemme hug you

Ryan03:
Lol, thanks. I Dont know if being lonely was a good or bad thing but i learnt to stay alone till date. I Dont feel bothered if i'm in a crowded room and Nobody talks to me, it feels normal

Ishilove:

Same way the image i described in my OP has never left my head. That is the only memory I have of my early childhood. The next one is of me in KG 1, and I am telling my class teacher that my name is Benson. Even my first ever school report card has Benson on it. When my mum saw 'Benson' she ran to my school to go and rectify the error

Ishilove:

This your memory muscles carry six packs o. I was feeling fly that I can remember stuff from when I was 2.5 years, now I know I'm a learner.

The strange thing is there is a memory gap between age 2.5 and age 5. A complete blank.

barag:

Lol @ Benson how come your class teacher didn't ask why a girl was being called Benson?

Ishilove:

Heh. I meant surname. I liked the name 'Blessing', so I told my teacher that my name is Ishi Blessing, but my speech was not clear so it must have sounded like 'Benson' to her. Thus, the first term had my report card showing 'Ishi Benson'

Ishilove:

Can I PM you?

Probz:


Our Francis was a baby boy.

bigfrancis21:


Sure you can.

kayo80:


Don't mind them. Even scientists say we can recall memories from around 3.5 years old, and anything farther than that would be a puzzle. But these guys are mentioning 2 years old...one girl here even said she has memories from when she was some months old. Are they aliens? It is either they are lying for attention, or they have been told the story of that incidence so many times that they think they actually have a memory of it. You know the brain can't tell the difference between what is real and what is imagined.

dancok:
i go with that, their parents actually told them the story, because me, i no remember when i was 5 gan talk less of 2.

Danny Baba.... Ur case is different