Kids

[seishin_rei]

Funny thing.(as in odd)

Lately, due to my environment, I have been recalling memories from around the time I was 3 and 4 years of age. Until now, where I have a large enough collection of memories to see in my mind together. And it hit me. I realized that on some level, I was a walking emotional shell. I went to my day care/pre-school and didn

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[anonymooz]

The earliest memories I really have are from when I was like 3 or so, and in pre-school. They're few and far between, but I remember a lot of detail about the instances I can recall. It doesn't seem 'detached' like yours seem to, though.

[brenna_claire]

ok well like...are you sure it's detached feeling and not connected to everything....
they say that at a specific point a baby starts recognizing itself as i and not as connected to everything else.....
maybe is it possible that you just didn't have that moment till you were older?....
anyway...
i remember up till when i was 3....or well...like i don't remember anything before i was 3. i remember the daycare...i remember names and emotions and quite a bit about the experience....
however....my memories from that time of any time spent at home are somewhat similar to what you describe.....like ....i saw everything differently...i had no connection to it....the things around my house and yard....and neighborhood...but now...i can't see them that way because i do have a connection to those things...i've made memories that involve them
but i can distinctly remember looking out the window of my house to the road out front...and feeling like an observer of life...not a liver of it.....

early memories

[satoriken]

My memory is interesting. I only recollect certain events, and usually only bits and pieces, such as a silent movie style, or the scents or texture/taste of something, but not all at once. The earliest of said memories is a smattering of things when I was two: a road trip my family took to the Rockies and the huge tent we slept in; a vacation we spent at Cape Hatteris (sp?) with my Grandpa, where my dad showed us (mainly Justin, methinks) how to make a kite out of brown paper bags and coat hangers, and while our family went for a walk on the beach I got swallowed by a wave and me mum had to fish me out of the water; and my grandmas cabin before she had a cabin there- she had a trailer, and all of her extended family showed up with tents and camped out there. For most of these there are a few vivid pictures and vague movies stored away in me mind, such as the smell of the wet leaves while camping, or the rumble and feel of the ocean as it swallowed me, and the feeling of my mom's arm latching on to my shoulder as she fished me out