It's not unusual if you have a high IQ.
Is that why niggers can't remember dumb shit they did 5 minutes earlier?
Yes. Also they could be false memories. If your parents talked repeatedly about something you did you might "remember" it. The only memories I have of near that age are like single photographs and I don't trust them.
False memories proven in most kids, implanted by adults, sometimes by accident, but it is possible to have genuine old memories, even at age 2.
Normally, you have to keep refreshing a memory event at age two, every year or so, to keep it alive until the day you die.
However, some people who move away from a home at age 2.5 when age 40 or 50 can be driven to that address and they recall all sorts of things about the time they lived there at AGE 2 !!!!!!
Most people have either implanted false memories, or imagined, but you can cellular-refresh a genuine memory from age 4 onward of your memories when 2.
I actually have a memory BEFORE AGE 2, complete with 5 faces, the room, the paintings, and a few spoken sentences in the room, and I realized what room it was when i revisited at age 4 , then refreshed THAT memory all my life every year or so. So I have a vivid accurate PRE AGE 2 memory with neurons refreshed and reconnected fro many years.
Only other person I see doing this is that crazy cunt godsangell.
Ding ding ding! That nigger is godsangel. Has to be after they ran that dumbass off.
Nothing is repeated in my house except the times we won.
Not at all. People make shit up all the time.
My neighbor had his goats escape, my dad ran out in the rain to bring them back into the pen. The couch I watched from was as tall as my chest. Now I wonder if he only went out to be nice to them or because he liked animals. They were getting hit by cars.
At two, I remember my mother coming home from the hospital, carrying my newborn brother.
Nope. People start to form permanent memories at about the 2.5 year mark. Everything in nature exists on a bell curve therefore some people start making memories a bit sooner than others, some later. It's also possible that your memories have been manipulated over time. Even if the latter is the case, you should continue to cherish your memories. It makes you who you are, and remembering your late sister is healthy and important.
I remember when I first crossed my eyes sitting in a highchair in the kitchen.
Nope. I remember events from that age as well.
I remember things from when I was 2. I don't think it is unusual. Maybe not the norm, but I don't think it is odd.
Thank you! I'm missing her sometimes and I had a thought, is this weird? The only girl in four decades that believed in me. Girls. Capable of so much.
Im the same way.
Its apparently rare.
I remember not being able to reach the door handle to open doors.
I remember crawling being my preferred mode of transportation.
I remember chicken pox (later learned I was 3) and the excruciating and shooting pain from picking them off. They itched so bad and I suffered and cried and my mom was beside herself trying to comfort me.
I remember standing on my tippe toes to reach high enough over the porcelain toilet to pee and make it in.
My earliest memory was probably about 9 months. Because it involved me not having any teeth and my relationship to food and eating.
Yea, it felt really good to crawl.
That first sensation of mobility when things at a distance became significant and real because they could be reached. Very few of us achieve that excitement of potential ever again.
For me it was the realization that the harder I slammed my knees down the faster I could move. It felt good to slam my knees down. I remember how flexible I was and that my hips had a huge range of motion.
I remember not having teeth and folding my tongue back on itself. I was convinced that I had two tongues.
This is the land of the living. Never be my friend
What are you going off about?
I guess nothing.
My nephew, who's now 9, apparently remembers before he could talk. According to him, he could understand everyone, but when he tried to talk only gibberish would come out. He describes how frustrating it was.
I remember some things, but probably from when I was about 3. Only a couple of things, one was finding a large brown snake (one of the most venomous snakes in the world) sleeping under my plastic trike on the veranda. I went and told my mum, she was on the phone at the time. She got a 410 shotgun and shot it, but only grazed it and also blew a hole in the veranda. The other thing was when my sister tossed my plastic trike over a fence and it broke in two.
Can corroborate. I remember understanding language, but only producing fluent gibberish no matter how much I wished to communicate.
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