What is your earliest memory?

[SteveDallas]

Watergate.

No, seriously.

I had no clue what Watergate was, but I knew that a) it consisted of a bunch of old men sitting around and talking, and more importantly b) they were showing it on TV instead of the kiddie shows I used to watch at my grandma's house before I was old enough to go to school.

[glatt]

Originally Posted by SteveDallas

Watergate.

No, seriously.

I had no clue what Watergate was, but I knew that a) it consisted of a bunch of old men sitting around and talking, and more importantly b) they were showing it on TV instead of the kiddie shows I used to watch at my grandma's house before I was old enough to go to school.

Excellent! I have the same basic memory. I remember I told my parents that I hated Nixon. They asked why, so I told them it was because he was on TV instead of my favorite show at the time. It was just a short while later that everyone hated Nixon. So I was ahead of the curve there. I must have been 5 or so. I liked Ford. He seemed like a friendly man, and he wasn't on TV during my shows as much.

[dar512]

Originally Posted by SteveDallas

I had no clue what Watergate was, but I knew that ... they were showing it on TV instead of the kiddie shows I used to watch at my grandma's house before I was old enough to go to school.

Not an early memory, but I had the same experience when John Kennedy was shot. His funeral was Saturday morning and it took over all the Saturday morning cartoons.

[jinx]

I remember being x-rayed when I was 2 (broken collar bone). The table was metal, hard and very cold. A nurse asked me if I wanted a pillow and when I said yes, she put one under my feet, causing me to think 'wtf?" for the first time.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Originally Posted by dar512

Not an early memory, but I had the same experience when John Kennedy was shot. His funeral was Saturday morning and it took over all the Saturday morning cartoons.

Minor point, the funeral was on monday, but yes there was nothing normal on TV from Friday afternoon throughout the weekend.

I remember the huge backyard between us and the neighbors when we were living in military housing while my Dad was in Europe. I was less than 2 when we moved out.

[Tonchi]

I remember learning how to walk, so I must have been no more than 18 months old. It was in the old Eduardian townhouse in Richmond, Virginia, where my dad's family lived, and they were passing me around between the family members sitting in chairs. Even from the beginning I had to do it my way, and I squirmed out of somebody's arms and headed for the nearby coffee table with one arm out to hold onto it but I didn't make it that far. I did one of those baby-flops with both hands on the floor, which was covered by an ancient Afgan carpet, red with patterns I've always called "popsicle designs". That same carpet is now stored in my guest room and the home that was in our family for 100 years is now sold, so I will probably never give up that carpet.