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Earliest memory, of a memory?

azgrl25

azgrl25

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When I was around 3 or 4, I remember going over to an old babysitters house. If I was outside playing and a plane went by overhead - I would always get the same visual...bombs being dropped from the plane and things exploding everywhere. It didn't matter if it was a military jet from the nearby air force base, or a passenger plane - it always had the same effect on me. I was convinced that a bomb would drop somewhere over my hometown, and I would get scared and run inside. Then venture back outside when it was "safe."

Being that young, I obviously had no knowledge of wars and stuff like that yet - but that is the earliest memory that I can remember regarding a previous lifetime. I also remember having a dream several years later about a soldier in a trench during a war, firing a rifle. Men were running everywhere, and it was pure chaos.

How old were you and what was your earliest memory that you can remember?
 
I never really had any and I suppose I'm jealous of those that do. I also think maybe that's why it's taken me so long to learn about reincarnation.


I came into the world with a set of expectations, impressions and habits that I had to relearn, but after doing all of my research they finally make sense :laugh:
 
When I was about 3 1/2 or 4 I had my first day at kindergarten. I remember very clearly standing in the little playground watching the children all playing and being a little overawed by it all. I saw some little boys playing 'sword fights' with sticks. Now, this was something I understood! I could see at once that they were not understanding what they were doing.


I went over to the group and after watching for a bit I said, 'Look, I'll show you'. I picked up a stick and did some kind of thrust, block, parry, thrust thing. I don't know. I knew what I was doing at the time though. So, I poked the little boy (very gently) under the arm or something, just to show him the technique. It's funny, I knew what I was doing, and that I didn't want to hurt the little boy so I was being very careful.


He said something like 'Do that again' so I did and he burst into tears. The teacher came out to see what was the matter and I had to go and do finger painting because 'Little girls aren't supposed to play with sticks'.


I remember finger painting and sulking a bit because I'd rather have been outside with the other kids thinking something like 'Hmmm... this is going to be complicated....'


I don't know. I guess my 'consciousness' was still coalescing. All part of the natural process I guess. That's probably the earliest clear one anyway.
 
Earliest PL memory. Hmm. Hard to say. I grew up with reincarnation being an accepted part of life, so I wasn't really looking out for anything. If I had an odd memory, I wrote it off to PL and moved on. My parents would insist it was the time I "mysteriously" found my dad's grandmother's grave when they couldn't find it at all. They insisted that I walked right over to the practically unmarked grave and said "Here it is!", but they were given to wishful thinking, and I recall it differently.


I suppose my first PL memory happened the first time I got into a fight. I was in grade school and this bunch of black girls decided they didn't want a white girl using "their" bathroom. It wasn't much of a fight. You know how bullies get when they meet someone who isn't afraid of them. One girl had been pushed back and fell into the trash can while another got a busted lip thanks to the sink being so handy. I was just about to send a third face-first into the toilet when a teacher came in an broke things up*. I remember looking around and wondering where "Dutch" was. I had this strong feeling that somebody I knew as Dutch was supposed to be backing me up. We always backed each other up in fights.


*This capability of a sudden explosion of violence later earned me the nickname of "Fangface", the name of a popular cartoon werewolf back in the late 70's early 80's. I even heard one girl tell another one "Don't push her buttons. She's a ****ing werewolf, and she'll **** you up." I kind of enjoyed the reputation...
 
I was around 13 months old. I was at my grandma's house, standing, but not too steady, next to my Dad and holding on to his pants. My relatives were driving geese up the path that dad and I were standing by and I remember looking up at the geese as they went past.


must have made a real impression on me, to be able to retain that memory!


(current life memory) I don't know what my first past life one was.
 
I've tried to remember what may have been a PL memory but can't come up with anything, other than I seemed to be a nervous child (based on stories from mom and relatives) who was always trying to protect and shelter people and animals from some unseen force as if something tragic had happened in my past. So I relate that to the possibility of reincarnation.


Sorry for the run on sentence.
 
Strongest & earliest memory in this life that I remember - was around 4 years old. I was giving my mom all the money I had saved in my entire short life so far, begging for a violin. (I've played it twice before, waisted no time learning to play again :) )


Strongest & earliest memory of a past life - ...Well, my mom has told me some of the comments and things I said about my past lives when I was very young, but I don't remember those. I guess the first one I still can see in my minds eye like it happened yesterday was when I was about 10-11 years old I had my first past life dream, and a very powerful one at that, of a Native American life in the 1800s. The memories are still clear to this day...


I'm looking forward to reading what others post here.
 
At about the age of three I ran down the sidewalk (about 5 houses) as fast as I could go and stopped at the corner...I was breathing very hard and with some sense of assurance knew that if I didn't have to breathe I could have kept on running. My sense at the time was that I was more familiar with not having to breathe than with the restriction of breathing, and very clearly understood just how much of an impediment was this breathing thing.


Again at the same age (I suppose three is about the age I became conscious) my little sister was born and I had such a strong sense of recognition...a tremendous feeling of love and comfort and I was elated that now our family was "all together again" and my baby book includes many different comments I made at the time along those same lines. It turns out my sister has been my brother on several previous occasions, while Mom has been daughter, sister, mother and son while Dad has played numerous male roles with me. We are indeed "all together again"!
 
Around 9 or 10, during a vacation at Denmark. I was looking around at the houses and told my family 'This looks familiar but I can't tell where or why...' the sensation was on the tip of my tongue, a sensation which is frustrating if its your studies. Then, there is a clearer memory at 12 which when I saw a dogfight and the pilot managed to destroy the other planes. The quote which I screamed was "Just like the Red Baron!" then everyone stared at me and asked who's the Red Baron.. Of course, I didn't know the answer so I just shrugged.
 
My earliest memory is, I believe, at a Doctor’s office, where I recall hearing my younger Brother crying from getting a newborn baby exam.


Now he is 18 months younger than I am, so I must have been about 20 months old (less than 2 years old) at the time.


I remember wondering why he was crying (he was getting a shot), a fate than would soon befall me!


So my earliest age to have a memory would be about 20 months old, but not by much more.


I’m afraid I can’t pin it down any further.
 
First Memories


The oldest memory I have is of me standing in my crib. I have several memories of this. The crib top came up to the base of my neck. I recently came across a photo of myself in a crib, standing up and I noticed that the rough date would put me between 12 months and 18 months old. The funny part is that I remember what I was thinking while standing in my crib.
 
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