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What is your earliest memory?
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November 22, 1963
One of my earliest memories was the assasination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I was six years old and in the first grade at Roosevelt Elementary School in River Edge, New Jersey. My brother, Bill, and I were home for lunch and watching cartoons when the show was interrupted. For the next few days I saw many people crying.
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5 weeks ago
When my family and I where at the beach and I was like 4 and my brother 8 so he sit me up in a little boat and I was so scared xD
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5 weeks ago
i was adopted as a baby, and I am black. I asked my mom if I was going to turn white as I got older or if she would grow darker as she got older. That's when my parents had to tell me I was adopted
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5 weeks ago
1998 I was only 5 years old that time when I was playing outside our house when suddenly my nose was bleeding. Then I ran up to my mother and cried. HAHAHA
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2 months ago
1953 I have 2 earliest, pictures/rememberances in my mind. Of course in nyc, where I was born. The first is me looking out from my carriage; black with that big handle....there was only 1 kind in the 50s! But the image is of me looking out...sitting there, being pushed during a walk in the park in NYC. sunny day, with the big white, satin bow in my hair, sticking out from under my cap. and in my minds-eye I can see the blur of things at eye level, right above the edge of the black carriage. 2-the NYTs front page/when Queen Elizabeth was crowned queen of England, laying there in our apartment on the coffee table, in our railcar apartment.
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2 months ago
I still remember a few times when I was a kid and used to be pampered by so many relatives, that I almost always got a big candy bar whenever I stepped out of my house with others. I also remember that then I had grown so stubborn for getting something I wanted that I'd sit down on the pavements while walking and refused to walk until promised to be given 'that blue thing'.
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2 months ago
Earliest memory is of standing on the back of a red tricycle pushing it around like a scooter, in our backyard of the ranch that we lived for the first years of my life. It was a cloudy day, but not rainy or stormy. I remember the wind blew the swings on the playground that our dad had built, and the grass was very green.
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3 months ago
1966
I think perhaps the earliest vivid memory I have is when my parents were away on a trip house hunting and we were staying with Grandma. It must have been a little after Easter, because I was trying to cut a piece off of a solid chocolate bunny. The rest is easy to guess, I cut myself bad enough to cause concern for Grandma and of course I was screaming from the blood and injury.
That injury, and a few memories of my ears hurting (and hearing my own pulse in them) are the only ones I have from that first house in Buffalo.
There was another event I remember when I was outside watching some older kids throwing mud and dirt "clods" at each other near a giant hole where a new home foundation was being dug up. Not sure if I was joining in or just watching the bigger kids, but one of them took a chunk of clay right to the rim of his eye and started bleeding pretty bad. I remember a mother clutching him and bringing him in for help - was that my Mom or someone else?
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