03-04-2013, 10:30 PM
My first memory is a sort of nightmare from when I was just a baby. I have remembered it fairly clearly my entire life. The dream itself was nothing but a sort of menacing purple jagged edge blob "monster," and I remember waking up in a crib crying as my mom came to the crib to sooth me. I can remember sharing this memory with my mom since I was able to articulate it with words. When I was wise enough to question whether it was a real memory, I described to my mom the surroundings and orientation of my crib in the trailer we lived in, and she said it was accurate, so...I dunno, could still not be a real memory, but I have had it my entire life.