The poor little chick.

Earliest memory I can put an age to is 3 or 4, when we got our cat. It was Christmas time and my dad wasn't able to go on vacation with us. When we got home, he made us all wait in the living room while he went to the back of the house. He came out with a ball of black fur that turned out to be a cat. I remember my little brother and I sitting side by side and he put the kitten on our lap; I was immensly proud that I got the half with the head.
Another really early memory (possibly older than the cat): I was playing out in the back yard and saw a snake. I freaked out and ran inside and after that, my mom or dad always checked the yards for snakes before we went out. My mom told me years later that I'd seen a copper head. Scary. I still have a little issue with snakes.
I can name one from when I was three. My parents took me and my little brother to Disney World and I remember looking at a little model village there.

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I am a breath of insanity in a world of chaos.

Me: Performing Random Acts of Klutziness for over 30 years.

My earliest memory, and keep in mind that I'm 18, is my first birthday. I remember being held by one of my parents to look down at my green ninja turtles cake. I can't remember the faces very well since I haven't seen those relatives in over 10 years, but the cake stood out to me. By the way my birthday was in early January of 1990.

PfffffffffhahahaaHaaa
Sorry. I just had to laugh... That was so funny.

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Hrodulf and Bjornolfr, you will not be forgotten.

And if the world were black and white,
you would be my rainbow in shades of grey.

Click 'n Play!

If I had a fantasy self, it'd be a tentacle monster.

Kids aren't scary. Kids are cute. You are scary.

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We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice.

i still remember somethings that happened when i was 2.
like when i was playing in a sand box and ate some sand, riding a motorcycle with my dad, trying to catch a small lizard...

I'm not scary. I was scary. But I'm not scary anymore. I deny it.

And that reminds me, I also got into a fight with a cat. It scratched me and I tossed it at a wooden door. Well at least this one didn't die...

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Oh this was ok. You had to defend yourself. And to be tossed against a wooden door by a young scary child is something that a cat should survive without injuries :-)

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We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice.

i guess i remember pretty far, like me trying to escape from my cradle (funny that in this case i can't remember what i was thinking, since i didnt know how to speak yet), my first real bed, and other things that sometimes i remember

I remember running home one day, coming back from the shop with my mum. Big green fields and long pavement, trees and daisys, all things nice...then I fell...
Scraped my knee pretty badly.
I still have the scar.

i think it was when i went to church

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I remember sitting under a table, in a blue tent, looking at a book with a cartoony train engine on the cover. I was around a year old...

Lots of other bits & pieces of memory, but it's kind of scary how much is just gone.

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"[English] not only borrows words from other languages; it has on occasion chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
-James Nicoll, can.general, March 21, 1992

First thing I remember is falling down a huge staircase (leading to my house's basement) when I was around two.

I wonder why I can't remember anything before that?

This has to be my earliest memory, because I know I moved out of that trailer when I was 3, but I remember doing things like once stealing one of my dad's cigarettes and eating it outside. And another time laying on a mattress in our room and listening to my parents fight... and it was storming and my brother was crying haha.

I don't remember which one is the first.

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I'm actually a bit jealous of you guys, my earliest memories are some really vague ones from when I was about ten to twelve, can't really place them too well and they're extremely vague at that. I remember a dinosaur replica in plastic, big assed one. It couldn't even go into the house. I still don't know if it was my plastic dinosaur though, I remember a rock being thrown at me, nailing my forehead and I bled and I was pretty scared. Around the same age. Not too surprised though, even memories from last year now seems vague. Maybe some sort of brain dramage after that rock being thrown?

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Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share?

They'd climb a mountain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret...