I remember being born. No joke.
Maybe it's the acid I used to do.

Sitting comfortably in my pram, staring at a golden sunset.
I must've been 2.

Wow, I think I have no memories until 5 year old - I remember a little of the day I first got in school, so I was 5. Then I have a few flash memories... But I don't have a lot of memory actually. I can't even remember clearly things before I'm like 10 or whatever - and I'm only 17

I wouldn't worry too much about that now. The older you get, the easier it will be to recollect your childhood memories.

I'm having more trouble remembering last week, which isn't handy.

cold, bright, it smelled weird. I could never keep my nose clean.

I was one month late so perhaps it's because I was more developed than most babies.

Being in a pushchair in Venice.

oh my god.
do you still know where you are? :)

This is interesting. It's hard to figure out what exactly is earliest.

But...

I remember playing on the sidewalk around 2 or 3 outside our apartment on a sunny afternoon and becoming entranced by the distant sound of a plane in the sky. That same combination today--sound of a far off plane, sunny afternoon--has a strangely lulling effect on me.

I also remember around 2 or 3 seeing the Christmas tree in our living room and having this oddly existential moment where I thought to myself, There is the tree, and here is me. It's there, I'm here. We're two different things. I stood for a long time staring at the tree thinking about this.

Right in front of my computer, I think

when i was 9 months old, my dad left a can of coke out on the table and i went and guzzled it all down.

Was it coke, or Coke?

coca cola

Ah. But not Pepsi. That's good.

me standing in a pool at the beach. it was a natural pool made of rocks so the water was quiet. my nanny was there. i was probably 1.

My grandparents kept at least a couiple of cases of 7-up, the big green bottle ones, as they were bottled in the 1950s/1960s. One time , when I was about 5 and we visited, they thought they were being nice to me by allowing me to take however many I wanted to drink--my parents were unaware of their act of generosity. I drank and drank. On the way home I threw up all over the back seat of the family car.

this quote goes perfectly with the picture in your signature

falling off a chair face-first and smashing into the floor.

I'm still working on remembering my face before my parents were born.

fast forward-------------> whale penis.

I have a lot of memories from early childhood, and I don't know which come first.

I'm going to guess and say the time where I was in my baby sitters dark bedroom, in a crib, screaming and crying for what seemed like forever.