My first memory


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First memory

My sister and I were very creative when we were young. Well, it was mostly my sister who came up with most of the games and I, little sister, would follow her around copying everything she did. This one time we were playing on the balcony of our apartment on 7th floor, where my mom left a big iron pot. My sister without thinking jumped on top of it and from there climbed to the top of the balcony fence and sat on it swinging her legs. We were both laughing and enjoying the chat. I was getting ready to climb the iron pot when my mom saw us and completely lost it. I have never seen my mom as terrified as she was at that moment. We knew right away the game was over.


First memory

I was 4 maybe 5, in kinder garden. We were given color books and asked to color one specific picture. I remember it was some warrior on a horse with a giant sword. Once we were done we were asked to place the color books on the floor for everyone to see. Then each of us would pick a picture we liked the most, find its owner and form a pair with this person to the dinning room. It was one of those little tasks our teacher gave us to keep us busy.


First memory

This might not qualify as a "first" memory, but a very early one. My family were relatively poor when I was young and because of that, even in the 1950's, my mom took on a job as the school bus driver for one of the only Yiddish Schools (not Hebrew, Yiddish) in early Miami. In an attempt to keep order on the bus, she sang to them and played driving games like having them list and count out of state license plates. They'd compete for who could count the most. She kept playing that game with generation after generation of children riding her bus. Later in my life, she even taught it to my wife, who still today spots out of state plates for me!


Happiest memory

I remember aur da chinese peopo walking on da street eating da noodres. Den dis crazy guai lo come up to me and say "Ching Chong Ling Long Ding Dong". I say Lei go sei ba po di lei lo mo, i yo mada!!! And da Guai lo run away like a Chinese wonton sliding on a mexican hill. Fank You verry much

New Jersey

First day of school

I had a temper tantrum on the morning of my first day of kindergarten and refused to get in the car. I grabbed the handle of a garbage can and wouldn't let go until my dad pried my fingers apart. Had I known how many years of school laid ahead, I would have gripped that handle even harder.


My scariest memory

One of My scariest Memories from when I was young was when My aunt was holding me near the ledge of the second story balcony, I was 5 years old. She was just joking around But I got scared, I still remember it to this day.

North Carolina, USA

My first memory

I was three. I was sitting on the carport. It was the really smooth kind and it smelled like rain. I had a letter of my mother's and I was carefully copying the loops and swoops. I went inside and proudly told her that I had learned to write in cursive already. She looked at my scribbles and said, "Oh honey, you have to learn to read before you can write." I was really disappointed that my shortcut hadn't worked--and I never learned to write cursive.


My first memory

I remember we moved from one city to another and a chair in the track car got broken.

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