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My oldest memory is sitting with my father every week watching the Sonny & Cher Show. We would sit together in a chair, I would sit on his lap and we would watch the entire show from beginning to end, and we would always sing the opening song together…

My father and my uncle used to go to junkyards to work on old cars…

Probably my oldest memory is when I was four years old. I can remember my dad teaching me how to ride my bike. I was on my bike and I remember him grabbing the bike and kind of jogging with me…

My oldest memory is back when I was four years old, and I was home alone around 11pm. I was really scared because outside it was raining and there was thunderstorms and my heart was beating so fast. I think my little body couldn’t understand the stress…

So when I was two years old, my whole extended family was vacationing by the ocean, and I remember this moment of wonder while stepping into the waves, and an immediate moment of fear because my hand was immediately stung by a jelly fish...

My oldest memory would be when I was probably three years old and my family and I were getting ready to leave. I went up to my mom and hold my arms up for her to pick me up, and she said "No, you can walk." I then went over to my dad and did the same thing and he picked me up. I remember thinking...

I'm not exactly sure how old I was. I can remember red handmade dress that my mother made me, and my friends and I were jumping up and down singing...

The oldest memory I have is going outside. We had a black lab named Joshua, and Joshua was a black lab puppy. I don't know if you know anything about black lab but that mean they have a fair amount of energy, and I was his playmate...

I think my oldest memory is being on my big wheels in the early/late 70s, in my pijamas, driving around on the floor in the basement.

Growing up, we had to be maybe three or four, I had an older sister who was three years older. She would play school for my brother and I, so we would set up the room, get a small board and she would teach us arithmetic...

The oldest memory I ever had was at my dad's mom's house. I would always sleep upstairs and come down to the smell of coffee at like five in the morning, because I used to wake up just as early as my grandpa did. If any of us showed our faces in the kitchen before he had finished his coffee, he would scare us off "I can't talk to you until I had my coffee! You gotta leave!!"

I was about four, three or four years old, somewhere around there, and my father was a pilot in the Navy...

I think the oldest memory I can recall was probably when I was four or five, and on Sundays, after Church my mom would lowed-up our white little old van with the cooler full of Capri-sun and Gushers, all the unhealthy snacks like that, and me and my two siblings would just drive to Lake Michigan...

My first memory is being with my family in Summer, having barbecue and hamburgers/hot-dogs, playing basketball, just kinda hanging out and spending time together with my grandparents. We played sports a lot so we were a really competitive family, we were always in the yard doing something, or trying to beat eachothers...

1984, I was four years old, almost probably five. Def Leppard, Pour Some Sugar On Me had just come out on the radio and we were home alone with my older brother, and I remember him just blasting that song and jumping up and down on the water bed, and I had eaten too much...

One winter I was skiing with all my family and I went down the hill and I got snow in my suit and I screamed so loud that I scratch my tonsil, and that night I started throwing up blood and everything and I had to get rushed to the hospital, but my doctor... was funny as hell!

Spending the night at my grandma house every Friday night. She had a pullout couch...

I think my earliest memory is probably on Christmas morning, when I came downstairs and saw a set of rollerblades in front of the Christmas tree, and I was pretty psyched about that!

"I don't know how old I was, but very young, maybe just able to stand, and my parents had this ground-level door that goes outside and it's all glass..."

The first thing I can recall is my first birthday, my very first birthday party that my dad organized for me. It was just me and my dad, and I loved it because I came home from school when I was about to turn 5, and my dad had had recorded a song for me..."

"My oldest memory was getting mad at my brother and calling the police on him. I think I was probably 3 because I had just learned the numbers 9-1-1..."

"One of the most distinct memories I have early on is my first time flying to India to visit my family when I was less than a year old, and I was terrified!...

"I remember when my sister and I were little, we used to share a bedroom and a bed, and some night we would just scream "Mom! Mom!...

"I was toddler age, living at my aunt, we were playing in the playhouse when we ran out of Koolaid...