Specifically, as in having memories from being younger than 3 years old and even further
I orient myself’s own timeline upon some early-childhood memories, but some people have questioned it as false memory… which, understandable
But I can draw the layout of every house I’ve lived in, who’s room was who’s, where furniture was, certain events (like having gum melt in my diaper, crying in my crib about not trick-or-treating, seeing my first “flying-leaf” insect) and a lot of other random tidbits
A lot of it I’ve been able to confirm as true, which is what has always intrigued me. How far back is average? I think the furthest I can grasp is around 2 years old or maybe a little less
Maybe some of it has to do with trauma-ish things or something? But I can literally remember the potpourri on my mom’s dresser when she was holding me, who was at my 3rd birthday… and just, kinda far back
What’s everyone else’s memory like here? I feel like my early pre-teens was kinda a blur, but my early childhood seems more vibrant sometimes. I dunno, I was just curious
My parents separated right before my 3rd birthday, and I still remember the argument (not the words, but the emotions and some actions). My mom threw a shoe and I remember thinking it was funny, because it landed on the window sill. I remember my dad leaving out the side door, and I guess it stuck with me cause he didn’t come back (not out of my life, just never came “home”). And then I remember my 3rd birthday party, who was there, and even a remote control car that my friend’s parents got me
But because of that, I can make a timeline a little easier, of whether my parents were together or not. And also which house, because they separated after moving to “my” second house
My first house we moved out of when I was maybe 2-ish. And I can still draw the layout, and what room was what. I can remember a Mr Yuk magnet on the fridge
My mom making fishsticks in the oven and they caught fire
A net of stuffed animals above my crib
Jumping in my crib and laughing with my sister, and then pretending to be asleep when the babysitter opened the door.
Shit, I still remember staring at that damn mobile above my crib a little, cause it was so soothing to me. I actually really liked that crib, it felt so safe lol
And then at our second house, I got a “big boy” bed and had my own room. Old memories are so strange in the way they’re recalled, almost like a fever dream or something