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I remember many moments even before the age of two, and now I am 71 years old.
it is a pity that there are not so many of them. and there is no one to consult, to specify the time of these events.
Just because a child doesn't say the words out loud yet doesn't mean they don't know or understand them. I started talking when I was 8 months old, and my first word was “button”, which I saw on the floor. And at about this age, there is a memory of my mother singing the song “Handbrakes”to me. In the place where Lena “kissed Yanka over the water”, I laughed – out of embarrassment. I remember that feeling very well. And there is a photo of this moment, the father made. I lie in my crib and laugh.
I agree with the author of the article in the part where it says that early thinking, pre-speech, differs from speech in format. And pre-speech memory – intuitive format. This can be compared to giving birth to a baby in water – and it immediately floats, without training. And then he can forget it, and it will take a long time to teach him to swim. I watched my daughter from the moment she was born, and I believe that she understood a lot when she was a newborn. It was a meaningful understanding, albeit a nonverbal one. When she was 2 years old, she read inscriptions on buildings and vans. Overconsciously, as a matter of course. And then she just stopped. And at the age of 5, we had difficulty putting letters into words – consciously. And she started writing before she started reading.
I remember myself from a very young age. In Soviet times, the nursery was given from 4 months. I once told my mother that I remember her wrapping me in a blanket on the floor in the nursery, and she was surprised to say that she was in a hurry. It was on November 6, before the holiday of November 7, in the timber industry farm where my parents worked, and she was instructed to read the order on awarding the best workers of production at a solemn event dedicated to the holiday. In the nursery, all the changing tables were occupied by other parents dressing their children, so she kept me on the floor and wrapped me in a blanket. I was born on March 26, so at that time I was just over 7 months old. And yes, I remember all the furniture in the nursery, except for the bedroom, my mother laughed, said that I fell asleep at the table when I ate and the nannies took me to bed. I never visited this building again, and the kindergarten I went to later was in a different building. I remember a lot from my wounded childhood, not just about the nursery.
Related sequential memories I've had since I was about 3 years old. From the age of 1 to 3 – a lot of scattered memories (by the way, these memories brought my mother to complete amazement).
Well, I don't know I remember myself when I didn't go yet, and I started walking according to my parents at 11 months, and I then fucked up because they didn't understand me, I wanted to express words but it didn't work out, and I now try to understand the speech of babies, because I know what they are
I remember the river that they drove me past in a wheelchair, and somehow I know it's the Neva. And I somehow see it. My mother says that it was me who mixed up the strollers, on a sitting one, once they were carried along the embankment.
My first memory is that the oranges were peeled for me, and the pale sea-green wrapping paper was put in a frying pan and the orange peel was put in the same place, and I roared, You will eat oranges, and I didn't have enough words to explain the paper and peel, but somehow I got the idea, my mother and aunt were laughing.
From the age of 6. A person begins to form as a person from birth, but scientists distinguish the age of 6-7 years. Echoes of memory, loss of fantasies with age, more and more remind you that it's time to remember something.
Difficult question. People are divided into genotypes. There are pristine ones. The most unfortunate. Up to two years, they are severely tortured – drained of blood, simply killed and devoured. So if the primordial ones survive, then up to two years, at least, they do not remember anything. And the rest are clones, hybrids, they are not interested in memories at all.
My first memory was when I was about 3-4 months old. I can see the room, it's upside down, and I'm probably lying on my side. Light blue flowered wallpaper. On the right is a cabinet. There's something on the cabinet that looks like a box. My father walks slowly from me to the door. He's wearing blue tights and no tank top. At the door, he turns to look at me, and I call out to him in words, I clearly remember how in my head it was: “Don't go, I'm not sleeping!”. The memory ends. Later, my mother will say that for two months (just when I was 3-4 months old), she and my father rented a room, and there really was a clock with a chime. And the object on the cabinet that looked like a box – it was the owner's transistor. My mother never told me about it.�
Second memory. It's very dark, you can't see anything. I'm not comfortable. They hold me and press a hand to my body. I feel uncomfortable, I want to pull my hand out. I get shaken up, I don't like it, I yell to say I'm not comfortable. I am taken by someone else, my hand is released, hangs down, I feel good… Apparently, this is one of the nights when my mother and father took turns putting me to bed. 30 years later, watching my mother put her grandson to bed, I saw that she was holding his hand to his body so that he would not talk to her. ..
The third memory. I'm in a wheelchair. Very inconvenient. Compresses from the sides. I'm wearing very hot clothes and a hat that falls down on my forehead. I want to fix it, but I can't reach my face in these uncomfortable clothes. We're in a room with a very strange smell and a yellow, dim light bulb in a grid on the ceiling. I'm very thirsty. I am handed a strange mug, more like a plate with a high rim. It's not convenient to drink from it, so I get wet. The water ran from my chin to my neck. The water has a strange taste. They didn't give me much.. When I told my mother about this as an adult, she was shocked. She said that once in November (that is, I was 1 year and 5 months old), my mother went with me to her work in the store, to negotiate an exit from the decree. There she went into the back room with the wheelchair. And I was actually given water by the store loader from the lid of a milk can.
I have a lot of such memories up to the age of two. I've been going to nursery school since I was a year old. I remember the bed I slept on, the smell of bib, the uncomfortable spoon, the scary scooter, the strange mole on the boy Slava's ear.. And most importantly. I remember my thoughts. Children think in words. At any age. They just don't know how to control their tongue in their mouths. So don't talk to them like they're morons. You look strange and the children start talking the same way you do, thinking that it's easier for you to understand)).
The chronology of a person is erased, but vivid episodes are so embedded in memory that it is worth provoking memory, like a pebble in water, and it will begin to generate images of the past. And what can provoke it? Until the age of 4, my mom and dad and I lived on Abrosimova Street on Okhta. When I came to the same yard at the age of 42, and fortunately for me at that time it did not change at all, I had such a series of early childhood memories before my eyes that I could not even imagine. So in the depths of the memory of each of us lies everything, if the human brain is healthy and has not been subjected to extreme stresses and influences of specialists. About 12-18 years old is also complete nonsense. Maybe the memory of modern teenagers is overloaded, but we, the generation of the 60s, remember everything about our 70s!
I don't even know if I was exactly “old” at that time, at least one year, but I still have a very vivid memory of my father rocking the time machine's “blue bird” in his arms, singing to me instead of a lullaby, and walking around the hall. I stared at the window, where the sun was shining brightly, but not blinding, but soft, muted by the tulle. My father walked around in a circle, then went to the window and looked through the curtain, pulling it back a little. Rays of light splashed into his eyes. Then I started to fall asleep…
what does it mean that memory is limited by speech skills? there are people who can't hear and can't speak at all, and they have time to learn, but this doesn't mean that before they learn to name objects, they will only see their properties. I fell out of a boat at 8 months old and remember it well, and later I remember everything from that moment, the article is absolutely not informative.
I remember myself from a year ago. We lived in the village. A commission of doctors from the district center came to examine the yearlings (yes, this was previously practiced!) And I remembered the situation with the medical examination and told my mother, and she confirmed that it was so. And at the age of 3, we flew to visit my grandmother and I still remember it clearly, and I'm already 40….
Rather, some stressful or very joyful moments are remembered. I was about 6-7 months old when my sister's friends fought for me to take me in their arms, pulling me out of the stroller. It was painful and noisy, and I couldn't talk or walk, so I just started crying. So, be careful and polite with the little ones, they feel everything!
My parents moved from one area to another when I was 2.5 years old.
When I was 20 years old, my father asked me what I remembered about the time we lived before moving. I started talking when I was 1.2 years old.
I told him a lot of things ( of course, these are just a lot of short moments left in my memories), but he asked me if I remember the house (after moving I first visited my small homeland 30 years after I was born). I drew a diagram of the house and buildings . My father was stunned. He said that everything I drew, a diagram of the house, sheds, a well and a “hill” (a pile of broken bricks, as my father later explained) – everything is accurate, right down to the location.
When I first came to my homeland, I was taken to relatives, along the street where “my” house stood, without warning that we would go past the house where I grew up until I was 2.5 years old. And when we were driving past the house, I told my parents that the house with the right is similar to the house where I was “born” (grew up). And I recognized the house. My parents and a relative were in ahueeee. But the new owners wouldn't let us see the house.
I am now 59 years old .
Personally, I remember a lot from my early childhood, especially injuries and falls, but I can only attach myself to one specific date: when my father congratulates me on the birth of my brother, when we go to the maternity hospital and my father praises the driver, I remember how my mother talks to us from the top floor of the maternity hospital, how I am asked what to call my brother. I am 3.5 years old, I had a friend Valery, I want my brother to be called Valery, but my parents called him Vitaly.
pensioner I remember almost everything from my childhood and the very first time my mother carried me in her arms wrapped in a cotton blanket and I even remember clearly where I somehow fit into it it was in the spring and we were walking towards our house and I was born in April there were no strollers and clothes, too, apparently that's why my mother carried me in a blanket.And I remember moving on the bed holding on to the wall and on the roof.ti lies in the middle of a ball and my mother asks-who did it, I don't understand but I remember that I'm pointing at the cat. And in general I remember a lot from the nursery age even drops and the smell of spring and fish oil and a lot of things and when I was 3 years old they didn't let us into the group my mother put me in boots put me on my back and carried me to kindergarten . I do not understand how the authors draw conclusions about all of them, for example, I remember both the nursery and everything that was in the kindergarten.If anyone is interested in my memories, I can tell you in detail about life in the post-war years, how hungry children were raised to their feet, what was the care of us with the current preschool institutions .you can't compare it. I grew up in the town of Dobryanka and even remember the start-up of the power plant. Good luck
I remember my sister leading me home by the hand, probably to say goodbye to my Father, who was going to the front in 1941. There was a strong wind and the sand hit my bare legs and I had to jump up and down. It was in the village of Kotlik in the Urals . I was 3.5 years old . I don't remember my father . I remember a lot of things from that time on: how I went with a tin can to milk our goat in the paddock behind our vegetable garden, how I was chased by a perky bull, how my mother scared me not to run after her, she turned out a black fur coat and peeked around the corner like a bear….The last moment probably affected my health, I was often afraid of something..
I remember myself from about 3 years old, when Sethra and I jumped from the closet to the pillows… Then we were punished, I was locked in the toilet, and I don't remember Sethra. the toilet was dark and uncomfortable because the lights were off… Khoyat I didn't stay long. I have vague memories of climbing the attic in the village when I was 1.5 years old. And a number of other vague memories… 4 years when I och was very ill and was dying almost an angel appeared to me, but did not take it away and I recovered, but for a long time and painfully… In general, all my childhood memories are illnesses. I don't really want to think about it…
People remember everything… down to the smallest details and starting from the 3-4 month intrauterine period when the brain begins to develop… �Another thing is that not everyone can remember what it is. And then all the problems begin. but some things they can still remember, and sometimes very clearly and clearly… This does not exclude the possibility that some of the memories may be false, but it is not impossible to say that everything is wrong! Because most of them are still correct!
What to read on this occasion – Nurkova V. V. “The accomplished continues: The psychology of autobiographical memory of a person”
A person begins to remember himself from the moment when he has the first rudiments of speech. This is due to the fact that our memory is conceptual. A word is a sign, a concept, a tool through which we can think, remember, transmit information, fantasize, etc.
The memory of an infant at the pre-speech stage is based on images, as modern science tells us. From about 2 to 3 years of age, the child's speech is actively formed, he begins to speak, form sentences, his consciousness is rebuilt from images to concepts. This is very important, because with this transition, the normal ability to interact with old memories that do not correspond to the encoding system of the new one is lost. To illustrate, you can try opening the image in notepad, but it won't work. Old memories do not disappear completely, but the ability to interact with them is extremely difficult.
Almost all memories up to the age of 2 are confabulations (i.e., memories that didn't exist) or newly acquired at a later age (if your mother told you at the age of four what you were like in a year, at a later age you can take it for your own memory). There are true ones, of course, but they are so distorted that you can no longer understand where the truth is.
But, you may say, now I can imagine something, images arise in my head, why then couldn't I just translate them into a symbolic form? Yes, because a child under 2 years old does not have categories as such, he does not understand where the spoon is and where the fork is. The whole world for him is a huge set of qualities and properties. The yellow submarine? For a child – a yellow spot. A statue of Venus? A white spot. This does not mean that the child does not see the details (he sees, he remembers familiar objects), but these objects are remembered haphazardly, as if each of them is unique, and therefore it is extremely difficult to refer to them for definition in the newly emerged system. But this happens, hence the early distorted memories.
Another reason for poor memory is constant elation, so to speak. The child sees the world for the first time, for him all this is extremely emotionally charged, so each new event seems to displace the previous one, and so he lives – today.
There is even such a thing as childhood amnesia, when we forget the first years of our life. In general, under the influence of various factors, we partially forget the period from 3 to 6 years, and then from about 12 to 18 (this is due to hormones). And this is normal, so our memory helps us not to overload from the abundance of unnecessary facts.