By this mean your own personally recallable memory. Mine is hazy, but can still see it- I was riding around in the back seat of a convertible driven by my godmother with mom in the front passenger seat. The thing that stands out was the open sky above me. My mom told me many years ago I was 3 at the time. It must have been very memorable or simply chance that I clung to it at such an early age.

I was playing in the front yard in Coronado, California. I heard all kinds of whistles and sirens. I asked my mom what was happening. She said "The Japanese surrendered." I was four at the time. I only have fragments of memories earlier than that.

My grandfather, dad’s dad, was killed in a car accident up in Minnesota while on a fishing trip. I was just 3 years old when he was killed. I have a memory of him sitting in his favorite chair, with his back to the south windows of the old house. He smoked a pipe, and I can see the smoker’s stand beside the armchair to his right. The picture in my mind is clear as can be. I may have another memory as old, but because of the car accident, I can establish my age definitively. Wish I could’ve known him, he was a WWI veteran with the 89th Division in France and part of occupation forces in Germany for awhile following Armistice.

My earliest fragment of a memory is standing in my crib, holding onto the railing, and looking at a window. I was probably ~2.

I had to have been about 3.5-4 years old, and I remember my parents living in a townhouse in San Diego. I was being chased by the downstairs neighbor, playfully, and I hid behind this huge cactus in the back yard. Of course, I backed into it, and screamed. I also remember, it seemed like hours, and probably was, that my mom (dad was out at sea on a sub), and the neighbor chasing me, sat there and pulled cactus stickers out of my back, ass, and upper legs.

Earliest I remember.

When I was 3 or so my mom hit my dad in the back of the head with one of those 70's style thick ass green glass ashtrays. I remember sitting on the back porch with him tending to his wound thinking this was really serious and wondering who was going to jail.

I was probably three. I was disputing with my father over whether a car we were looking at--or had seen--was a Buick or an Oldsmobile.
It's possible this is an induced memory, as my Dad forever after would say I "knew every car on the road when he was 2".
But then there weren't many makes on the road back then. 3 from Ford, 5 from GM, 5 from Chrysler--oh and odd ones out like Nash, Hudson, Willys.
I think my Dad was prone to exaggeration.

Standing in my crib and my great grandmother lifting me out of it.

Another time sitting on the floor with my mother and eating popcorn from a bowl in front of us. Listening to a radio show over her Airline clock radio which I “killed” by dropping it on the floor. The alarm part worked but once the radio was turned on it would develop a loud squeal.

2 yoa. Broke my right femur. Remember walking with sister and friend and each of our dogs on leashes. Dogs chased each other and I was tangled in the leashes, fell and broke my femur. Sister carried me to house. Remember parents looking at me on kitchen table. Next memory is doc showing me how the cast saw blade couldn't cut my skin and the cast being cut off. Don't remember any of the hospital stay. Was in traction, many visitors and stuffed animals. Also was cast from waste down and both legs. Don't remember all the stories of climbing the stairs, being carried and learning to walk again. Plenty of pics to prove it all happened but only remember incident and cast removal. Clear as day and over 50yrs ago.

My sister-in-law carrying me up the old wooden bleachers at my brother's high school basketball game in 1973. He was 15 years older than me. I can remember her pointing him out to me as he brought the ball up the court.

I had just turned 3.

I remember everything from my youth. Very little from adulthood.

4-5 for anything more than a fragment.
Also, a year was a long time back then. Not so much anymore.

As a small child, going to an amusement park and riding with my parents in the Ferris Wheel. I was so scared that they had to stop the wheel and do something to get me back down. (That was when Ferris Wheels just had a seat that swiveled and a seat belt.)

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I remember chewing on the edge of my crib, prolly 2 closer to 3. Vaguely recall it was salty. Mom said I did the same to our bunk beds. And I recall curling up in a fetal position but on my legs and rocking myself to sleep at the neighbors who watched me until we were old enough to go to school

My aunt, from St. Louis, had been visiting our family. I was two or three years old. For her return to St. Louis, my mother drove my aunt and me to the big railroad station in Kansas City. It was nighttime (and WW II time).

Union Station was dark, huge, and filled with the scary noises of steam engines chuffing and hooting and screeching.

The earliest memory that I recall.

I was so young that I was still sleeping in a baby bed . It was winter and the house was so cold that they moved my bed in the kitchen and was using the stove as a source of heat . I remember sitting in the bed and looking around the kitchen . I don't know why that memory stayed with me but I do remember it pretty clearly .

One of my first memories was my mother firmly, but gently explaining why I shouldn't have trimmed our cat's whiskers, with my recently acquired rounded scissors. She explained that cat's use their whiskers to determine if they can fit into tight places and now our cat might get stuck. I followed that cat around all day to make sure she didn't get stuck! I must have been 4 or 5??

I was on my tricycle, rode it to the corner outside of the apartment duplex we lived in. The intersection was a busy one. I was 3 years old.

I fell and broke my jaw at about 2 years of age. I don't remember much pain, may have mentally blocked it out. I do remember watching blood spiral down the grate in the sink as someone held me over it.

Thirty some years later we were practicing facial electrical stimulation in class. When the electrode touched my chin in the area of the fracture it produced a sensation, kind of a cold, electrical ache, that brought back a memory of the break.

I must have been between 3 and 4, I was standing in the hallway of our Wisconsin home in the middle of the night, crying. I must have had a bad dream.

I also recall seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan… I would have been 5 years old at the time.

I asked my mother “Why are the girls screaming?”

“Oh, they just like the music.”

“But they can hear the music on the radio, they don’t need to scream about it,” I replied.

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My earliest memory was of my dad coming home from work. Its was a 1980's mobile home with wood paneling and brown carpet. I was 3 years old and my father died a few months after that. I just remember being excited to see him come through the door and something was on TV.