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Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:49 pm
beckiw says...



This is sort of homework help I guess! lol So I will put it here.

I have to come up with a concept/idea for a documentary film I will be making this semester and I am very interested in memory but more specifically the realm of peoples first memories. An extension of this is how we seem to construct memories from photographs we have seen but think that they are true memories and also how different people remember different moments.

So what can you do to help me?

Well I of course need to do a lot of research around this area and I thought well...we have a diverse group of people on this website. So what you can do for me is answer this simple question.

What is your first true memory?


Note: I will be putting this into a workbook/research dossier which will be read by my lecturer and also outside examiners. So if you don't feel comfortable sharing your memories with them, then you probably shouldn't participate. Just a warning ^^ Oh! but I will probably not put your names with it. So it will be anonymous, I may put your age with it though.

Thank you guys so much! x
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Tue Sep 22, 2009 8:11 pm
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Hmm *thinks* Okay, I got it, I think.

I remember it was dark, (so night of nap time) and I think I was like two or three. I remember a lot of pain, and I was crying. I remember somehow getting out of my crib in all the pain, and running to my mom, and I said "it hurts" while I was wailing.


I now know it was because I had fallen and dislocated my shoulder, and cracked a bone around my elbow. So yeah, my earliest memory is me crying in pain. Nice one, eh?
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Tue Sep 22, 2009 8:35 pm
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My earliest memory is when my dad was still living with us (he moved when I had just turned three) and he was sort of sitting on the floor and I was sort in his piggyback and I told him, "I have a cough."

That's my earliest memory.
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Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:41 am
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So, I don't know if this will help. I have two:

The first one recurred when my father was telling me about my childhood, just a plain topic of discussion. He told me about how, when I was like, three or four, and I was temporarily paralyzed. The doctors never figured out why, but they guessed it was from growing pains. Anyways, when he was telling me, a memory flashed back to me yelling for my mother and father because I couldn't lift up my neck. Weird?!

The second one was recently. I went to a baby shower a few weeks ago. It was held in a district where all the houses looked the same, inside and out. I went into the house, and realized the second I walked in that I had been there before. Turns out, my grandmother, who is dead (stupid cancer) lived in a house just like it. My mother told me of how I used to spend all my time with her at the house. It brought back a lot of painful memories. I only was in the house for a total of about five minutes, before i had to run out, crying.

I don't know if this is what you are going for, but I hope it helps!
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Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:32 am
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Lia says...



Oh wow! I have many memories from when I was small. I have good memory with events from that time, since it was happy.
My first two memories are with my gran (mother's side)
First one (I just got it) I think I was about 1 or so ( I asked my mum about the time) I was on the balcony with my gran in the city and I was looking through I pair of binoculars that made everything blue. I remember gran was drinking coffee and she gave me a sip.
My second memory with gran is the day she died (I was 2). I remember opening the door to see her in bed and everyone worried around knowing it wouldn't be long so they let me in so she could see me one last time. I stayed with her till the end.

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Umm,and I remember it was Saint Nickolas and I some kids in kindergarten told me there is no Santa and Saint Nick and I was scared and i expected he wouldn't come. I remember there was a also a black-out in the village that night and I was sitting under an oil lamp looking at a picture book( I was with my gran far from the city and when we had heavy snow black-outs usually occurred). The next morning my boots were filled with candy and toys and I knew there was a Saint Nick :lol: .
The truth is that my dad drove all night from the city to come and put the presents then left immediately.
  





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Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:45 am
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First off, this is a cool assignment. Second off, Lia's memory was so sweet. Ah, I love your father for that and I don't even know him.

Okay, my earliest memory would be when I was three. I used to suck a pacifier although I was far too old for that. We were at church and my grandmother took the only one I had with me that Sunday. And I can remember crying and not being able to breath as she was walking to her car and my mom held my hand because it was Easter Sunday and we had to take pictures(which I never appeared in because I was hysterical) and no one could figure out what was wrong with me because I couldn't calm down long enough to tell them.

Obviously, the fact that I know it was Sunday or Easter Sunday for that had all been filled in for me. And we have these gorgeous pictures of my sisters and cousins in their suits and dresses when we were all younger and I'm nowhere to be found. It's a shame, really. I missed out. They still tease me for that one, too.

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Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:34 pm
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Mine is rather simple. xD

I remember snow. I must of been very young, because I was living in New Jersey and it was the first time I had seen it. I remember looking outside and seeing this blinding whiteness and being fascinated by it.

Hope that helps at all. :P
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Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:30 am
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I don't know if this was the first but it's definitely one of the first....

I remember being able to run under my kitchen table and I thought it was a lot of fun. I have no idea how old I was but I was small :)

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Hmm, I think I was 3 or 4?
I was in Singapore and there was this guy who lived the floor below in the condo we used to live in. My sister, this other girl, and I went to visit him. They served this really spicy vegetable noodle soup thing. And the guy's little sister kept pulling my hair really hard and I started crying. And then the guy started laughing.
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Mine was when I was about 3 when I started daycare. Terrible times.
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