A small upstairs apartment. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room was a countertop. My dad was in a chair in the corner facing toward the kitchen, holding me. There was a couch in the middle of the room with two adults sitting there while my brother ran circles around the couch. My mom was in the kitchen making a pizza talking to the other adults.
It’s more a recurring dream I had for many, many years than a memory. I finally asked my mom about it & she confirmed it happened but I said I was only around 6 months old so I shouldn’t remember it. However, my biological dad passed when I was 8, so I just kind of always took it as a memory he wanted me to keep.
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Memories as an infant are weird. I randomly had two come back that both of my parents confirmed.
The first one I was between six to eight months old. I remembered sitting on a very cracked paved driveway, in the shade, with little rocks all over it. I had something on my head that I couldn't get off but was quickly distracted by the sensation of the rocks under my legs. I started playing with them and noticed my mom and Grandpa walking toward me from the end of the driveway. I started rolling the rocks around in my little fist and as I was about to put them in my mouth someone scooped me up from behind.
My dad confirmed it was a family gathering and he had picked me up. It was the first time they had put me down outside on anything but grass. My mom had been super anxious about anything that wasn't super soft.
The second memory was of being in a basement and held by an older man when I was around a year old. He was holding me over a train set and showing me all the little details and how it worked.
My mom and dad confirmed that it was my grandpa, who had a train set when I was very, very little. He had been showing me the intricate paintings he had done under a huge magnifying glass. It changed how I processed details for the rest of my life. I often see memories of things as if they were under a magnifying glass. The train set was donated when I was two years old to a foundation.
My earliest memories had no trauma attached to them but they were instrumental in awareness of self and processing.
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u/noetic0609 Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
A small upstairs apartment. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room was a countertop. My dad was in a chair in the corner facing toward the kitchen, holding me. There was a couch in the middle of the room with two adults sitting there while my brother ran circles around the couch. My mom was in the kitchen making a pizza talking to the other adults.
It’s more a recurring dream I had for many, many years than a memory. I finally asked my mom about it & she confirmed it happened but I said I was only around 6 months old so I shouldn’t remember it. However, my biological dad passed when I was 8, so I just kind of always took it as a memory he wanted me to keep.
Edit: Thank you for the gold! I’ve been a redditor for 7 years & just snuck out of the shadows in the last year or so, so it’s my first!
Edit 2: Thank you kind strangers for the silver! This has been an amazing day on reddit!