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Years ago I posted one of them. Another is of my mom carrying me on her hip down stairs to the basement where the washing machine was while she did the wash. I was no more than 2 or so. There was a large vertical support beam there that was stained dark brown. I thought there was a way to open it, like a hidden small cupboard door, and that inside that there were lots of loose jewels! Always did like bling. But how I knew about jewels? Perhaps a storybook?
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on September 3, 2020 at 6:53 PM
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I think my earliest memory was when I nearly drowned at two years of age. My memories are not as clear as what cousins and Big Sisters are.
posted by
Kabu
on September 3, 2020 at 2:09 PM
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I can remember way back to when I crawled out the door following my grandmother. My finger was caught in the door.
posted by
Annicita
on September 3, 2020 at 1:21 PM
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Well maybe it is imagination and I hardly beleive it myself. There was a period of awareness like drifting in sleep and then it ended.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 3, 2020 at 11:11 AM
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You have an amazing memory.
I can only go back to when I was four. I remember informing my mommom, poppop, and mother that it was my birthday and that I was four. I later recall telling my mom in a sassy tone that she had better not forget to bring me home a coloring book and crayons.
posted by
Sherri_G
on September 3, 2020 at 8:30 AM
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