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What is the first episode you remember?

I remember myself lying in the bed. My mother is asking me to close my eyes… I’m closing them with my hands… Seemingly I’m about 10 months old.
I remember some earlier episodes, but it’s very hard to describe them.

I can't discribe so early episodes, but I remember our flat where we lived 19-20 years ago. It's some vague image...I remember how rooms were situated, but it's anough. I can't remember anything from that times:) I'm about 1-2 ears old.
I do not remember more early episodes.

maybe... preparatory class...my Mom left me in that class... and  i started to cry soon... teacher came to me and asked why am i crying?
i saw this faces of my classmates...and i said that i have a toothache..but in really I was afraid to remain without mom.

My  first recollection: I am two years old standing  on the barn stair and waiting my dearest Granny milking the cow. I have got a mug in my hand, and it's a specia lmug with a bird on the bottom. The mug is beautiful, the cow is huge,  and  my Granny is smiling to me...

bonia, I'm sure that this recollection helps you rather often.

Do feel nostalgic, SemaRogov, pleeeez ... Expose yourself. Let us see your vulnerable spots.

To SemaRogov: Yes, every time when it comes to my mind. My Granny was the dearest and kindest person . And I am happy that she was my Granny.

Loved that. Very atmospheric description.  :)  Reminds me of my own childhood.

My first recollection . . . Well, maybe not the first, but certainly most memorable: the bear horror. 8O  They bought me a teddy bear when I was about 2 or 3; don’t remember my exact age, the only thing I remember is that the bear was bigger than me. I thought he was real, with brown fur like grizzlies’ and so absolutely ugly all around as all toys in the Soviet times used to be. They put it in the living-room and I remember myself coming up to the door on tiptoe, peeping in – the bear is still there. Run, run!!!

TessTS, was this bear your friend later on?

My mom has a little collection of the "soviet" toys. I love them, they are artless of course, but too cute to be ugly :)

Yes, he was.  :)

What was his name? :)

:) :) :)
Sounds very funny in English :) Can't stop laughing... :) :) :)

I don’t think he ever had a name, or maybe he did and I simply don’t remember it. It was so long ago.

My first recollection - I got punished for not having a nap in the middle of the day. My parents wanted to have a rest but I didn't want to go to bed... I was about 2, I think

i was around three years old, and i got to the hospital with appendicitis. The hospital was poor, like everithing back then, and the toilets smelly((((. After the surgery, I was there all by myself, without parents, mom and dad were coming to visit me. And once my granny brought me an apple. It was so beautiful, red, big, and so desirable. Smelled like heaven to me, as i was permanently hungry. The doctors didn't let me eat for some time. So i went with that apple into the stinky toilet, bite off the piece, and heard the steps of the nurse in the hall. I got so frighten, so i threw the apple into the toilet.. You just cannot imaging how i felt 
back then, looking at the prittiest apple, down the hole.....

I remember how my granny was stung by a wasp. I was playing with other children (I was about two years old or a bit older) when I noticed that other elderly women, who came to the playground to look after their grandchildren, had surrounded my granny. I ran to her and asked what had happened. She said a wasp had stung her and so she had to rub her palm with a pinch of soil.