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Its jerky, we were at a lake with ducks bobbing all about the surface and everything was gold with the way the sun was setting. My father was wearing blue shorts and it jerks like I was flying but he had my eldest sisters arm in one of his hands he looked so tall and he was pulling her out of the water because she had fallen in she was playing on the most rickety looking dock I'd seen. It feels like I was there, I remember the way the mud squished under my dads foot and the gnats and the way my mom was yelling at my brother.

Both my parents have told me I most have heard it from someone else because I hadn't been born yet.

thats really kinda cool, there are other people who say they remember things like this too

 Coupled with the small visual and auditory hallucinations, that sorta paved the way for accusations of crazy.

Turncoat stated: source post

 I ate a nauseating amount of peanut butter that's lead to a taste aversion lasting to this day. 
 

LMFAO 

When I was around three, it was either getting a treat for my first pet, a black lab who was a kleptomaniac of the neighbor's things, by climbing a stool to reach the top shelf, or the time I ate a nauseating amount of peanut butter that's lead to a taste aversion lasting to this day. 

I have a good amount of early memories for some reason, but the when's are scattered. 

The year was 1978.  I wasn't even a year.

On the bed in a spare bedroom of the house I grew up in, the blinds were closed with traces of daylight peering in the shaded room, and I was left alone for a moment.

It might have been the first time I tried to do anything for all I know. My head was so heavy. I tried again and again in all these new and different ways. It was difficult but I knew I had it in me so I kept trying. Too young to remember how long it took, by the time the struggle was over I manged to sit up on my own for the first time. Being seated and keeping balance was easier, while just getting up was the hard part cause the neck was so weak and it's a big part of getting up.

My Brother entered the room, and he pushed me back down. I tried to get up again but he kept preventing me from sitting up again. This was all too interesting for me to make a fuss over, I was really living in the moment,  no real verbal skills at the time, so I couldn't even complain about what he was doing to me, by modern description I felt like I was being taken advantage of, being held down like that, I was so helpless.

Now that I think about it, maybe in his toddler days my older Brother was smart enough to know I could have fallen on the floor rolling around on a bed.

That, or some good might have come of him being a dick from such a young age.

I know this was in 1978, because I was born late 1977.

Earliest memory in context, fighting with my sibling. I was one year old. I have memories before that but those don't tell a story, they are more like something looked a certain way or a place we visited or similar. More like a snapshot. 

Umm, Tony, you know that babies roll over and crawl well before they can sit unassisted, right? There's no way that would have been the first thing that you tried, and you would have been able to crawl away when your brother started messing with you. 

For me it is totally mundane, being in a pram and my mother walking through the door with some sheets. 

My first memory is falling under the bed because it wasn't pressed on the wall and waking up and seeing the cloth iron (unplugged) in front of me but being strangely quiet about it, as if I didn't want to piss nmom off. I was probably 3-4 years old

playing in razor grass on a tropical island. 3 to 4 years old

the grass got my attention, run your finger the wrong way, cuts like a knife