Group discussion time!

Believe it or not, my first immunizations as an infant. No one believed me until I asked my mom and told her exactly how the office was laid out from the hallway into the clinic, the dress I wore, the placement of things, and the doctor who gave me the shots. She sat there mouth agape asking me how the hell I remembered that. I haven't a clue. It's not trauma from it cause to me, I recall feeling curious and almost serene. I was not more than 3 months old then. Maybe it's that way cause since childhood I've been obsessed with medicine. I still am. I was reading college Anatomy and Physiology books and understanding them. I was in pre-med school when I got sick. Now I'm a professional patient. Maybe I was a doctor in a past life and it bled into this one? Who the heck knows. But it's true.

Tamara (IsukiKane)

I think mine would have to be when I wanted to name my younger brother, before he was born, Nemo or Horse. I was a weird kid🤣🤣

Most people don't believe me when I say what my earliest memory is but it's the day that i came home from the hospital after I was born. I have always grown up on a farm and most of our animals are sled dogs. Back then, we only had six (at one point we had 54 and now we're down to 17). When my parents brought me home, my dad brought all the dogs inside the house to say hi to me. People don't believe me when I say that this is my earliest memory because I tell them that I've been told this story dozens of times. So they think, "She must have fabricated the memory based on being told the story so many times." But they always redact that statement when I tell them that the one thing I was never told was where I was in my baby carrier: the kitchen table towering over me on my left and the sun shining through the window on my right. So that is my earliest memory! 21 1/2 years later and somehow I still remember that, haha!

Kjrsten Schindler

Mine has to be when I was drowning at a hotel pool at 3 yrs

That is incredibly intense!! Wow!

Oh dammmn that’s scary!

Oh no!!

Yiiiiiikes

Wow!!

Awwwww

Breaking my two front teeth. 😬

3 year old me playing some kind of "shark" game in the pool with my older brother, who sadly passed away the following year :( It's a very vague memory, but I treasure it.

Vii

Slicing my foot open on a broken seashell

Ida Skipper

Seeing my dad scared, for context I nearly go hit by a car at around 4 and the look on his face is forever etched into my head and that right hug. I always look both ways and double check before crossing the road even know over 20 years later

Lauren Draws

My first memory was a seizure-induced quasi-hallucination. Storytime! When I was three, I had a febrile seizure - nothing related to an underlying seizure disorder or epilepsy, just an "oops, everything's too hot, time to short-circuit the brain" moment. Apparently all I did was tell my mom "I don't feel good" and then I just flopped over and started convulsing. But that's not where the memory started. The "memory" started after my mom called for an ambulance, after I got to the hospital. I was on a stretcher with about a dozen nurses around me, wheeling me at top speed toward a room. Double-doors were crashing as the stretcher slammed into them, the lights were blinding, kind but curt nurses were informing me that everything would be okay. Then, all of a sudden, we stopped in a dark room. Everyone went completely still, even staring straight ahead. And a few moments after it all stopped, I came to a realization that I said out loud: "Wow, that was pretty fun... let's do it again!" and the sequence repeated. We had transported back in time to when they were pushing me on the stretcher. A few minutes later, I remember waking up and seeing my parents looking down at me. I remember asking "Mom? Dad?" when I saw them, and at the same time I was piecing together the crucial realization that, in my life experience, the woman I was looking up at was the person I had always known as my mother, and the man was the person I had always known as my father. They weren't just random people, and they weren't just extensions of me - they were their own individual people who I had some kind of soul bond to. I know that the mindset is a little extreme, but I remember it being a genuinely mind-blowing thought. There's probably some truth in what actually happened - I was probably on a stretcher being wheeled through the halls at some point after getting out of the ambulance, and at some point I was probably brought to a room where my mom and dad were waiting for me to wake up. But the real story DEFINITELY isn't the same as what I remember.

When I was a toddler me and my sister decided to switch car seats but I didn't know how to buckle myself up. My mom ended up getting into a car accident and I almost flew out of a windshield. Fun times 🙃