I was reading My Boyfriend is a Twat and Zoe was talking about early memories. So I thought I would drag up my earliest memory.
I have to give a little background. I was an early talker and had been babbling my parents ears off from about a year old. At the time of my earliest memory I was around 2 1/2 and the one thing I was late doing was giving up my bottle at night. My mom was putting me to bed with it with about a 1/2 inch of water in it - not exactly needed but I wouldn't sleep without it.
One night I wasn't feeling well and my mother gave me a baby asprin and put me to bed after putting the asprins up on a bookcase about 5' tall. A couple of hours later I came out of my room and asked my mom for "more candy". My mother was understandably confused until I showed her the bottle the candy came in. I had scaled the bookcase and eaten the entire bottle of baby asprins. So my mother called the hospital and tells the nurse on phone that I ate the whole bottle, the nurse then asked my mother how she knew I ate them all. My mother told her that I had said I had and the nurse didn't believe her that I could talk that well at my age. My mother just got fed up with her after that and decided that she needed to take me to the hospital.
I got the hospital and they decided to pump my stomach. Now for any doubters out there, if you've ever had your stomach pumped - you'd remember it too. LOL My mother said you could hear me shrieking about them sticking tubes into my nose for quite some distance away LOL. Seems I was highly indignant that they would do that to me.
Hours later when my mother was allowed to take me home, my mother had a flash of brilliance. On the way home, I asked my mother for my bottle and she told me that we had left it at the hospital and that we would have to go BACK and ask the doctor for it. I never asked for it again. Ever.
That is my first clear memory. What's yours?
8 years ago
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my earliest memory is of my dad taking me to the bank one afternoon and instead of taking the elevator, he carried me down the stairs (in the stroller) four flights of stairs to the street.
i had a box of smarties and red ribbons at the ends of my braided pigtails (yes i had that much hair).
when we were on the street, an older lady stopped us and told my dad i was a abeautiful little girl. pleased, i offered the lady smarties from my box. she politely declined.
shudder. having had my stomach pumped out several times in my teens and even in my 20s, i dread to think what you went through.
babe's can be so silly, can't they ?
That reminded me of my sister who used to eat bottles of those things, and blame it on me of course. (No, I still don't like her.)
Mine is seeing everyone gathered around a baby crib and my severe dismay in discovering that I had a baby sister. Yes, the same rotten sister as above. I knew my parents should have taken her back to where she came from.
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Oh my God! I always wondered what getting your stomach pumped is like, do you remember enough to describe it for me? When I was 14 I swallowed an entire bottle of 100 extra strength tylenol. I was very ill for about 2 weeks, but my mother wouldn't take me to the hospital. Actually, she was more annoyed I was home from school and I remember her clearly getting angry that I "wasted" the pills.
My earliest memory isn't even facinating, nor interesting, but here goes.
I'd been trying my damnedest to reach this red plastic horse that was a part of my animal mobile. He was my favourite of course and this particular morning I was in my crib, so I was less than 14 mos. old., that I was clever enough to have hiden my grandma's shears underneath me, I clipped it down and realized it wasn't really that enjoyable that way. Then, crying and my mom coming to get me and my folks giving me some smarties in bed with them while I watched some TV.
Or my other oldest memory (not sure which was first really), I remember looking through the canapy on my pram and liking the way the sunlight filtered through it.
I remember my mother putting me in a play pen outside. she went inside briefly and I wailed, I was afraid the sky would fall on me if she wasn't outside to hold it up - a little too much reading of the 'chicken little the sky is falling maybe', ha!
My bad patch was an OD and I had my stomach pumped and was in icu for 2 days and the boobie hatch for 3 days. I'm much better now and can't believe that I did that...but I was terribly sick and depressed and had given up hope. It suprises me that my friend would talk about it on his blog and make reference that he thinks I'm still not doing well and that I blamed other people - which wasn't true and I thought was really shitty for him to put on there having not even talked to me. Thanks for your support!
When my son was 3 he had a bad cough and Id taken him to the doc and gotten him cough syrup.When we got home I put it up in a high cupboard and went outside to bring the washing in.I came in to find that he had put a stool on the table and climbed up and drank the whole bottle! Stomach was pumped out and he was a sick boy!
My first memory is falling out of a car when I was 3.My Dad was annoyed at me and my brother fighting in the back seat and said*if your going to fight lock the door* I opened it(by mistake) and fell out onto the gravel road at 50 mls and hour.My Mum was in hospital giving birth to my younger brother and she was NOT happy!(I was ok,no bones broken and just gravel rash!)
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