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Enigma_Nova
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My first internal memory is of myself inventing the concept of 'it', the singular object identifier.
(probably closer to the mathematical symbol 'There Exists')
In my prenatal mind developing logic.
My factual and internal memory is working well.
My episodic/experential memory is almost ruined, and I am unable to recall any past experiences.
I remember such things factually, so it works out. That's why I remember the lessons I learn (in fact form) but not the means by which I am taught.
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CerberusIV
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My first memory must go back to when I was less than a year old. Somehow I got out of my cot and was crawling round on the floor. It was a linoleum floor and I still distinctly remember how cold it was.
Nothing else for about another three years after that.
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Kramerman
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UT, Austin - The live music capital of the world
Jun 2002 time: 23:32
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i have assorted memories from age 2, but i dunno which is oldest. Some include my trip to disney land, and another is sticking blow pops in the snow and then eating the flavored ice that stuck to them.... snow angles, and snow ball fights. come to think of it, lots of snow memories... and sand box memories too. memories of my house, crawling out of my crib that i used forever, memories of my daycare where i was beat (seriously), memories of my tricycle, memories of trying to figure out how my toy parascope worked, and many more memories too
i like the nation flag, laurentius
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shawnmmcc
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My oldest memory was when I was five, we had this cream colored Pomeranian (with a foxy type face, not that the flattened face they've had sincer the AKC ruined the breed) named Fluffy-Ruffles. I wanted her to learn how to jump from the couch like our other dog, but she was too scared.
I was told not to, but did it anyway (I don't remember but I must have waited till my parents weren't watching). I pushed her lightly, she fell badly, and broke her foot. She made that screaming noise a badly hurt dog makes, and my parents intervened.
I was told they would have to destroy her. I was in tears. The first ankle surgery for little dogs had been introduced, and they were able to save her (thinking back it must have cost months of our spare cash, things were hideously tight for us then). I cherished that little dog until I was in high school, and when she had a massive stroke (total paralysis of half the body, loss of bladder/bowel control), rather than take her to the vets where she was always scared to have a stranger put her down, I held her in my lap feeding her a hefty overdose of benedryl in cheese food. I held her on my lap, in a towel, till her heart stopped and then I buried her. I still smile when I think of her, she was not a bright dog, but she adored me.
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