Ishilove:

LMAO. It seems you stubborn from belle

kayo80:
So many liars on this thread. You remember what happened when you were 2 years old Kuku say you remember when you were brought home from the hospital the night you were born.

kayo80:


You remember what happened when you were just a couple of months old? Why don't you tell us you remember when you were in your mother's womb. SMH

nelklyn:


This part cracked me up so bad

Ishilove:

There is another Nairalander who wrote a story about his own experience. He has memories of when he was about 4-6 months old and even watched the intimate going ons of his parents because they thought they had a baby on their hands, not knowing he was an old soul.

Ishilove:

Did you cross your hand over your head to touch your ears?

pocohantas:


E pain me. I can't even lie. That my aunt was rumoured to be a very good cook way back.

I sat down with my floral gown, waiting for the food. Ah! I just felt a sharp pain in my chest for that food wey I no chop 32yrs ago.

dancok:
no mind them, are these people normal? Or na me no remember.

Ishilove:

2 years! Wow

Casemiro:
I remember when I was in the womb...




this is no joke

kayo80:
[b]And the lies keep rolling i[/b]n. Even white men that are more advanced and keep records of stuff like this talk about memories from 3 years old, but some are saying they have memories from 8 months old. SMH. I just hate lies. They are mentioning 2 years, 8 months, 6 months, as if they were at that time conscious of the exact age they were. Think about that for a minute and you will understand that they are all just lying.

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?

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.

Thegamingorca:
Fast forward I remember Winston and ezenwa

Winston was a halfcast and baby brother of another halfcast Jennifer whom I never saw till this day eye to eye but was described as a fair maiden with skin so soothen to the eyes.
I remember we were playmates on the playground riding on opposite ends of a seesaw.
I remember coming 2nd with no effort of my own. Honestly, I don't know when or how we were assessed.

I remember another bow leged classmate in our class...she was notorious for getting upset and crying maybe someone beat her always. and her clothes were always too dirty.

I remember our teacher then in nursery school whom I feared far more than God

theButterfly:
Me acting in the cultural shows we had at my school (Amzag private sch in Lagos), running track (always came in 1st or 2nd), playing w| my friends: Nana, Aramide and Tawa. One time I followed Tawa to the mosque to pray and being a Christian, my brother came and pulled me out. Lol

Thegamingorca:
I'm very certain I was four.

We lost granddad and dad had to travel with us to the village for the burial. dafvck did I even know what a burial was. My brother and I were utterly confused as to why dad left us with mom to go hangout with the ppl at the burial site.
I just saw weird ppl in black whom mom said are my uncles and aunties

Somehow somehow unless my memory has failed me...we ate a lot of meat and chocolate to the extent I fell sick. I remember Dad was distraught.

Fast forward to primary 1..... one day we suddenly came back from first grade like any other randy day and mom suddenly had another thing that looked like a doll in her hand. Everyone was congratulating her in the neighbourhood and I was just utterly confused.
I can perfectly relate with you.
Later on we were told the oyinbo looking doll baby pikin with small feet was my brother and I's baby sister.

ThothHermes:
I remember crying as my mum (or was it dad) was taking me to start school. I remember the "aunty" trying to test me to determine what class I would be placed in.
I remember crying as the "aunty" is asking me to recite the alphabet and numbers.
She approves my performance and I think she decided that I would be placed in Nursery 2.
I remember that she asked my age and I answered "5".

Was I crying to go back home with my mother? I think so.
Or was it dad? Damn I'm confused
No solid memory before that event.

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!

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pocohantas:
I was a little over 3.

We went to the village for Christmas. My mum always warned us not to stay out late at our cousins, but me in particular no dey hear word.

That evening I was at my cousin's place when they started cooking rice, with chicken. I just can't understand why they didn't start earlier, because my elder one came to call me before the food was served.

On our way home, my brother said "*** see that woman wearing white". I thought it was his usual play, he used to enjoy scaring me. Alas I turned and indeed there was a woman in the bush, she had a white wrapper on. She looked just like those women we see in Yoruba movies (no disrespect intended).

When I looked back, my elder one was gone. I saw him far ahead, almost close to the house. So, I took off too...

Mind you, I have klegs, it was dark and I was small, abi short sef. How fast can I possibly run? I didn't go far before I fell flat on the floor. I felt a sharp pain by my knee, but trust adrenaline na, I jumped up and continued my race...

I got home crying, scared and betrayed. My mum said we were hallucinating, but I could swear I/we saw that woman.

Anyway, I still have the scar till date.

We passed that plot of land few years back and my bro asked if I can remember that woman. I was like "Nna ehn, guy you no try that night o".

GAZZUZZ:


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jceesquare:

She was worried of the kind of creature she was raising lol.
Constant sucking of petrol and fiddling with grease can be injurious to the health all petrol heads can attest to that.
I remember the 1st day I got high on petrol . I wanted to suck the damn thing with a hose from the gallon to the generator and reversed gravity drew the thing straight to my brain.
Chai that thing can pain!!!!

That is a destiny changer it must happen to every petrol head

GAZZUZZ:


That is a destiny changer it must happen to every petrol head

XhosaNostra:


I wasn't good at painting. Couldn't paint within the borders of a picture or shape. So none of my paintings ended up on the teacher's wall. It pained me. I took hers & for the 1st time I had something with my name on it on the wall It was a proud moment for me, even though I got it through a heist, it was "mine"! At least that was my logic back then lol.

nelklyn:


lol...and you finally made it to the wall of fame

Mariangeles:


Olodo people dey carry first when them small
Then, they grow up thinking it was all a mirage