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I can distinctly remember being in the first grade, when I was seven, so that's a good ... :rolleyes: almost 50 years ago. I have what I've always thought was a memory from when I was perhaps two, but I'm not sure if it's real and there's no one around to ask.

Carl Sagan wrote in one of his books about asking one of his children this question when the child was five, and after a moment's thought the answer was, "It was all red and I was cold." A birth memory? A five-year-old might remember that.

So ... how far back can you remember?

Pshht. A couple of hours ago.

I have a very selective memory, developed after months of working with sensitive documents.

Nobody can beat me at The Game.

Which, by the way, you are all now playing.

My earliest memories are from when I was 3. I distinctly remember when my brother was still in his crib, and various things from before my parents split up. A lot of them are like snapshots of specific objects and incidents. Some of it is helped by photos that I've seen many years later and it helps spur the memory.

What's this place?

Seriously, I have a couple of memories from when I was three or four.

consitently? not just random memories? probably about oh........7 years ago.

random memories

I have a memory of nursing (I was probably about 3 months old)

I have a memory of my mom selling my bike because her boyfriend hit me and I told him to fuck off ( I was about 4)

then nothing until I was 9, then I remember some stuff up until I was 12 then nothing again until I was 17, have a few random memories, then nothing again until I was 19

So ... how far back can you remember?
I can remember vague images of things from when I was 2 (such as seeing the Clifton Suspension Bridge (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clifton_Suspension_Bridge)), but I don't have any specific memories of anything that happened before I was 4 (when I learned to speak).

The capacity to remember something is often inversely proportional to your desire to remember it.

I can remember bits here and there going back to 2nd grade (when I was 7 in 1989), but things are extremely hazy up to about 2000 or 2001 when I joined the Army. I only remember 3 or 4 of my high school teachers, and at our class reunion I only remembered maybe 5 or 6 people (that I didn't have contact with in the interim).

My memory is quite good from primary school age (5) to present day. Then again I haven't even lived for two decades.

I can remember some things from about the age of 3 and a half to four years old such as being at play school and certain outings/once off events. Like I remember having to walk with my Mum to collect my sister at school half an hour away because the roads were snowed over. And how the snow kept coming into my boots because I was so small.

I have a couple of vague memories from when I was about 18 months. Mostly images and feelings. I remember being in my buggy with the plastic sheet over because it was lashing rain. My mother was desperately trying to get home. I was cold and the road was bumpy but I distinctly remember feeling how nice and cosy it was to be dry and not have the rain hit me. I guess I didn't care about my poor mother getting soaked!

I can remember a lot from about the age of 3 and a half to four years old such as being at play school and certain outings/once off events. Like I remember having to walk with my Mum to collect my sister at school half an hour away because the roads were snowed over. And how the snow kept coming into my boots because I was so small.

I have a couple of vague memories from when I was about 18 months. Mostly images and feelings. I remember being in my buggy with the plastic sheet over because it was lashing rain. My mother was desperately trying to get home. I was cold and the road was bumpy but I distinctly remember feeling how nice and cosy it was to be dry and not have the rain hit me. I guess I didn't care about my poor mother getting soaked!
I remember being in a buggy in the rain. :eek:

My earliest memory is when I was 2 years old ( 16 years ago) when I am jus sitting on a chair eating an ice cream. It was vanilla mmmmm vanilla

People look at me odd when I answer this question, and too be fair I'm not quite sure what to make of it either...

I have a memory of going through a set of doors...they're the doors of what used to be our local health clinic. The only time I have ever been in there, was 2 days after I was born.

... Some of it is helped by photos that I've seen many years later and it helps spur the memory.
Photos do, but I find certain smells will really bring back memories. Like hot tar, the kind they use on roads to seal cracks, always takes me back to when I was 13 and the town was installing sewers, which tore up the roads, on which they used tar, and it was summer and I rode my bike all over the place, exploring, dreaming, thinking ... that was the greatest summer ever.

I remember being in a buggy in the rain. :eek:

Those were the good old days. We didn't even have to walk! :D

I remember being in a buggy in the rain. :eek:

Wasn't that the movie Hook? All your memories are from Robin Williams movies, aren't they?!

I remember being in a swimming race and reaching this big round bubble first. *nod*

I can remember the time before pre-school. I remember both of my sisters being born, certain key events in my young childhood, and several random things. They're a bit foggy now, but not too bad.

Carl Sagan wrote in one of his books about asking one of his children this question when the child was five, and after a moment's thought the answer was, "It was all red and I was cold." A birth memory? A five-year-old might remember that.

So ... how far back can you remember?


I remember having nightmares from when I was about age 4 that looking back were probably birth images...so does remembering a memory count? :)

Wasn't that the movie Hook? All your memories are from Robin Williams movies, aren't they?!
That's more disturbing than words can express...

My 5 year old can tell me about things that happened before she was a year old, she remembers our house in AZ, the street we lived on, and random outings that I dragged her along to, it's freaky, they are things we haven't told her about so I know it's not one of those things where she has heard the story so many times that she "remembers" it.

My 5 year old can tell me about things that happened before she was a year old, she remembers our house in AZ, the street we lived on, and random outings that I dragged her along to, it's freaky, they are things we haven't told her about so I know it's not one of those things where she has heard the story so many times that she "remembers" it.
I'd expect that, though I imagine it is a bit freaky when she goes, "Oh, yeah, Mom, I remember that."

That snapshot memory I have from when I was two isn't something anyone would have told me about, I don't think, it's just a picture in my head of a kid running down a sloping city street, which is what we lived on back then, before moving to the suburbs. Then again, I've been having some anti-memory moments lately, walking into a room and wondering why. *sigh*

In my mind traumatic memories leave the most lasting impression, the only memory i can remember from before i was 5 is when i was two and i got lost at disney world. That was a very scary and i think that is why i remember it the most.

In my mind traumatic memories leave the most lasting impression, the only memory i can remember from before i was 5 is when i was two and i got lost at disney world. That was a very scary and i think that is why i remember it the most.
And how do you feel about three-fingered mice? :D

I have a vague memory of falling down the cellar stairs but I can't remember when that would have been. I was little, though. I think.

From what little I understand, our brains are supposed to be able to remember almost everything. It's all a matter of retrieving memories. A lot of the time, memories 'come back' due to associated elements. Certain things will remind you of those associated events, and you will 'retrieve' the memory. It explains how you'll have completely 'forgot' about an event, only to put the pieces back together much later.

From what little I understand, our brains are supposed to be able to remember almost everything. It's all a matter of retrieving memories. A lot of the time, memories 'come back' due to associated elements. Certain things will remind you of those associated events, and you will 'retrieve' the memory. It explains how you'll have completely 'forgot' about an event, only to put the pieces back together much later.
I'm going to have to read up on this, it is a fascinating subject. Great, yet another subject to buy books about! :D

I can remember vague images of things from when I was 2 (such as seeing the Clifton Suspension Bridge (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clifton_Suspension_Bridge)), but I don't have any specific memories of anything that happened before I was 4 (when I learned to speak).
Hurrah for Bristol!

My earliest memory was the great hurricane, when I was 3. I can remember a tree falling down across the road outside, and my Dad trying to cut it up before any traffic went into it; I can then remember another tree in our garden being held up with ropes in the days after.

I remember when wheels still had corners, and we had to shoot our dinosaur that broke its leg.:p

I'm 45, and can very clearly remember almost everything back to when I was three, and living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

I can remember how the house was arranged, the toys I had, and the fabric on the living room couch. I also remember some conversations from that time.

I can distinctly remember being in the first grade, when I was seven, so that's a good ... :rolleyes: almost 50 years ago. I have what I've always thought was a memory from when I was perhaps two, but I'm not sure if it's real and there's no one around to ask.

Carl Sagan wrote in one of his books about asking one of his children this question when the child was five, and after a moment's thought the answer was, "It was all red and I was cold." A birth memory? A five-year-old might remember that.

So ... how far back can you remember?

I can remeber bits and pieces of when I was five, but I cleary remeber one thing. I remeber it clear as if it just happened yesterday, I was barely 6 at the time, it was the day I ran into my dad's car.

My earliest memory is of a very bright white light.

'k. The brain doesn't boot up properly till some months (like a year or so) after birth. There are all these connections that have to die back, and other ones have to strengthen before it werks. ('tis true, I saw it on discovery health). So any memories of being much less than one are probably something else.

I can vaguely remember some stuff about being 3 ish, maybe younger, especially a place the family went on vacation. Weird thing is, I went back there (ullswater) twenty five years later, and it was the same but different. All distorted and shit.

I remember spitting peas on my Grandmother. Probably somewhere between 1 and 2 years old. I didn't like peas.

I remember a pink stroller.

Earliest I think is 4 years old in the window of my house with my grandma as my parents bring my brother home for the first time in the Barracuda.

After that I think its sitting in a quarter midget on the infield of a track waiting for my time to go out at the age of 5. Mostly it's spots like that until I turn about 7 or 8.

I definitely remember my third birthday.

And I have another, vague memory that I've always instinctively placed before that in time, but I can't really be sure.

And then there's one from what must have been shortly after my third birthday.

The first two are both kinda traumatic, hence surely why I remember them. What's up with the last one I have no idea. It's of my dad coming to visit me in the hospital and bringing me a stuffed animal I still have today. :p


ETA: Btw, this topic was also the topic of the very first thread I ever made on NS. Ahh, nostalgia.*wipes tear from eye* :p

I definitely remember my third birthday.

And I have another, vague memory that I've always instinctively placed before that in time, but I can't really be sure.

And then there's one from what must have been shortly after my third birthday.

The first two are both kinda traumatic, hence surely why I remember them. What's up with the last one I have no idea. It's of my dad coming to visit me in the hospital and bringing me a stuffed animal I still have today. :p


ETA: Btw, this is topic was also the topic of the very first thread I ever made here. Ahh, nostalgia.*wipes tear from eye* :p
Why were you in hospital?

then nothing until I was 9, then I remember some stuff up until I was 12 then nothing again until I was 17, have a few random memories, then nothing again until I was 19

I can remember bits here and there going back to 2nd grade (when I was 7 in 1989), but things are extremely hazy up to about 2000 or 2001 when I joined the Army. I only remember 3 or 4 of my high school teachers, and at our class reunion I only remembered maybe 5 or 6 people (that I didn't have contact with in the interim).

:eek: Wow, am I the only one whose mind is blown by that?

I certainly can't perfectly place all my memories from when I was growing up in a specific point in time, but I *have* memories of the time. And I'm quite a bit older than each of you, so that can't really be it.

And we were 82 people in my graduating class and I'd be shocked if I'd forgotten even one of them (not to say I haven't, but it would still be rare and would make me feel very weird). Same for the teachers.
I mean, sure, some things have gotten hazy, and I've also noticed that memories that were still lively in my mind a few years ago are now kinda hard to retrieve, but I definitely still remember them.

Hmm. That's really interesting. And it's not like I have an in any way remarkable memory. Maybe people's brains are just really wired differently.

Why were you in hospital?
Hm. Well, my mom was dying of cancer at the time (that likely earliest memory I mentioned is of me standing beside her bed, next to the nightstand with all those medications on it, crying), and on my third birthday I suddenly fell ill with some evil mystery disease that put me into hospital for several months. My memory is of me lying on the sofa looking upwards and all the faces of the people that were there leaning into my field of vision looking down on me, among them this old woman who lived above my grandparents' flat at the time. My vision is kind of weird and tunnel-y, and I remember a pervasive, flashing blue light of what must have been the ambulance (pretty impressive for a kid, I guess, I'm just glad I didn't choose to remember the sirens :p).
Years later I learned that I had suddenly had trouble breathing (which explains the lying down part, and the people leaning in, and the wonky vision) which was because the mystery disease apparently consisted of random, widespread paralysis. I was transferred to a university hospital and they had no clue what it was, but eventually decided on a name to put on it and told my dad that I was going to have to take medication for the rest of my life and would be allergic to curare, of all things. None of which was true. I'm about the healthiest person ever. :p

Many, many years later (not all that long ago actually) I learned from my dad that, by my third birthday, my mom had been sick for a long time and had been operated on, and everyone had been hoping that they had gotten all the cancer out. On the day of my birthday, her hospital called to say that the most recent tests had come back positive and the cancer had spread and that that was it.

So that was pretty impressive for pragmatic, rational, common sense old me, to see my three-year-old self end up in hospital for months with mystery disease in what pretty much must have been a psychosomatic reaction to what was going on around me.

Egads, teh ramble. >.< See, that's why you should never ask me about stuff like that. I get way too fascinated with myself. :p

Let's see...

One of my earliest memories from when I was about 3 and was standing under a waterfall with my grandmother. I also remember breastfeeding, but then again I breastfed until I was 3 =P I think the very very earliest, though, is from when I burnt my hand on an iron when I was 2.

Although I consider myself to have a very good memory, there's one part of my life, about 9 months long, that is mostly hazy. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I was suicidally depressed during that time.

I also remember a dream I had when I was 5. I can see it now. I was sitting in a white bed, in a white empty room, one of those totally empty 'You have just died' rooms that you see in movies. All of a sudden, Barney appeared from under my sheets, and then a puppet, and a clown, and a monster or something. I was absolutely terrified, which is why I can still remember it.

I can remember all the way back to 1990, when I was just two years old. We (me, my brother, my sister, my mom, and my dad) lived in a very nice condo on the beach at South Padre (the building itself was the Padre Grand).

I don't know which memory was first, but I have plenty of really clear ones about the place. I remember my sister's friends, my dad's friends, and the fact that I was really into orange Tic-Tacs. I also remember my room (which I shared with my brother), our goldfish tank (even the goldfish), and the elevator that came right into our living room.


It's interesting that I remember so much more about that place than the one we moved into after it. I guess I just liked it a lot more, and that might be the reason I'm an apartment/condominium person.

KER snip

*hugs WYTYG*

I remember Kennedy's funeral.

And a numberline pinned very high on the wall in 1st grade and I remember deciding to remember that numberline.

I remember being at the west Edmonton mall when I was two and a half. The memory is only about 4 seconds long, and my moms voice is inaudable, but I know what she said.

My next decent memory is my third b-day. My mom and my dad both got me the same gift (battery powered monster truck). I was so excited because I had two! I raced them for hours.

I have a vague memory of falling down the cellar stairs but I can't remember when that would have been. I was little, though. I think.

and you wonder why! :p

I can remember some crib moments, odd happenings at our old house, taking naps with my dad who worked nights, playing supermarket with my grandfather, my other grandparents' boat, our boat, stealing scissors from kindergarten (i was a budding klepto from K through 2nd grade), pinching and hitting kids who made fun of my myoelectric arm in preschool (and tball), which moved veeeeerrryyy slowly ;) , crying because all these people were yelling (turned out to be Eagles touchdowns :D ).

supposedly i went to maine and williamsburg, but dont remember. I do remember the scariest cab ride ever (age 3 or 4) in florida.

selective memory indeed.

I can distinctly remember being in the first grade, when I was seven, so that's a good ... :rolleyes: almost 50 years ago. I have what I've always thought was a memory from when I was perhaps two, but I'm not sure if it's real and there's no one around to ask.

Carl Sagan wrote in one of his books about asking one of his children this question when the child was five, and after a moment's thought the answer was, "It was all red and I was cold." A birth memory? A five-year-old might remember that.

So ... how far back can you remember?
Boobies!

ok, maybe not that far back, but my earliest memories had me crawling around... so I wasn't walking at that time.

I remember life before birth. :D



Not really, I remember when I was just under two years old. I'm 20 now.

:eek: Wow, am I the only one whose mind is blown by that?

I certainly can't perfectly place all my memories from when I was growing up in a specific point in time, but I *have* memories of the time. And I'm quite a bit older than each of you, so that can't really be it.

And we were 82 people in my graduating class and I'd be shocked if I'd forgotten even one of them (not to say I haven't, but it would still be rare and would make me feel very weird). Same for the teachers.
I mean, sure, some things have gotten hazy, and I've also noticed that memories that were still lively in my mind a few years ago are now kinda hard to retrieve, but I definitely still remember them.

Hmm. That's really interesting. And it's not like I have an in any way remarkable memory. Maybe people's brains are just really wired differently.

I was on mefloquine (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mefloquine)for about four or five months, so that may explain part of it.

My earliest memory that I'm certain of and certain of the date of, was in 1994, when I was 7.

I can remember all the way back to 1990, when I was just two years old...

Sorry, I just had an old guy moment. I always get weirded out when someone says that they were 3 years old when Smells Like Teen Spirit hit the airwaves. Just eerie... it'll all be old hat when I'm actually 'old', but right now it's just weird.

The earliest memory that I can clearly remember is when people came around to take away my kitten Batman. I put her into a cupboard with a saucer of milk so they wouldn't find her. But they did and I cried. Counting back I must of been four at the time. I have earlier memories, but they are a bit vague.
My earliest memory that I'm certain of and certain of the date of, was in 1994, when I was 7.
Aren't you going to share that memory with us?

Aren't you going to share that memory with us?

Sure, if you tell me why you're never on msn anymore :confused:

my earliest memory was when I was 1 or so. Not exactly sure of the date, but it was before my brother was born and I am 2 years older than him

*gently snips*
Thanks for sharing that. For me, the anonymity of the internet allows for more openness to other's intimacies. So, thank you for letting us feel that with you.

I remember when I was 9, and my grandmother died. I went off. Complete denial. I would have destroyed the world if I could have, because it was so wrong.

I remember earlier than that, too, but that one relates.

I remember a vague memory of when I was 3(and 1/2, I remember that pretty sharply)
I woke up and realised I'd forgotten everything before that. Then me reading a picture book with my mom.
I never really thought of the irony of my first memory being me forgetting everything before my first memory before this.
Really.
No, really.
Please?:p

I remember a vague memory of when I was 3(and 1/2, I remember that pretty sharply)
I woke up and realised I'd forgotten everything before that. Then me reading a picture book with my mom.
I never really thought of the irony of my first memory being me forgetting everything before my first memory before this.
Really.
No, really.
Please?:pWait... what? LOL

The earliest memory that I can clearly remember is when people came around to take away my kitten Batman. I put her into a cupboard with a saucer of milk so they wouldn't find her. But they did and I cried. Counting back I must of been four at the time. I have earlier memories, but they are a bit vague.

Aren't you going to share that memory with us?

I was at the place my family goes every summer for holidays, and I was with my parents at a pay phone and looking at a newly minted coin, dated 1994.

I have a pretty good memory of my childhood, but my earliest would probably be from when I was 4 (I'm 34 now).

We went to England for a holiday. I remember some of the flight, stopping over in Hong Kong & quite a few of the places we went to, and people we met, in England.

Boobies!

ok, maybe not that far back, but my earliest memories had me crawling around... so I wasn't walking at that time.
So they're of you being 16 and drunk? :p

Yeah, that would have been funnier if I hadn't just read on your alcohol thread that you don't drink. Curses, foiled again. ;p


*hugs WYTYG*
Thanks for sharing that. For me, the anonymity of the internet allows for more openness to other's intimacies. So, thank you for letting us feel that with you.
Thanks guys. It's not actually a painful memory, though, because it's just so far back and I was just too young, and I don't actually remember my mother herself at all. It's more like scientific interest plus some kind of intense fascination with one's own "unknown past". That, and the anonymity of the internet. ;)

I'm sorry about your grandmother, though, Curious Inquiry. =(


I was on mefloquine (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mefloquine)for about four or five months, so that may explain part of it.
Ew, that's known as Lariam here, and all I know is that you want to avoid taking it if you can. I didn't know Malaria was still that big in Michigan? :p
So you mean it destroyed your memories not only of the time you were actually taking it but also deleted all kinds of other random stuff? When were you taking it? Before going to Iraq (do they have Malaria? o.O)? Either way, it's pretty shocking to me to think that a medication would erase previous memories. :eek:
It kinda makes sense, though, because you and Smunkee were the only ones so far to tell of anything like that, and after I had quoted you two I read JuNii's thread where Smunkee said her lack of memories of her adolescence came from alcohol and drug abuse. So yeah, maybe it's really not "normal" after all to have pretty much no memories of that time.

I remember being in a swimming race and reaching this big round bubble first. *nod*
O I get it.:p

I remeber when I could remember... Seems like yesterday.


Hmm... I do not have a good memory. Never had. I do remember snippets of things from when I was very little, but I don't know which parts are actual memories and which parts are constructed from viewing old photos / home movies.

All of it is just... fuzzy.

I remember standing on a stool to reach the island in the kitchen with my brothers and dad and decorating a cake that said Happy Birthday. It was in 1990 when I was 3. I know, because the cake was for my little sister's actualy birthday. I am sure its a real memory, cuz I've never seen photos of this.

After that I have memories from being 4 or 5, and my mom being pregnant with my youngest sister, and memories from sitting in the living room coloring, and I must've been about 4, because it was before I entered kindergarten.

Ew, that's known as Lariam here, and all I know is that you want to avoid taking it if you can. I didn't know Malaria was still that big in Michigan?

Most cities have to spray for mosquitos, otherwise they are unbearable.
Especially the further north you go.

Our town sprays every saturday night.

However, Ive never heard of anyone getting malaria where I live.

Most cities have to spray for mosquitos, otherwise they are unbearable.
Especially the further north you go.

Our town sprays every saturday night.

However, Ive never heard of anyone getting malaria where I live.
OMG, I was kidding! :eek:

I didn't know they were spraying for mosquitos in the northern part of the US but I guess it makes sense, seeing how many mosquitos e.g. Scandinavia has.... But that's not in cities (I think o.O) so I'm still stumped why they would spray cities.
I mean, I'm pretty sure that there were malarial swamps pretty far up north when the first white settlers came (I could look it up but I'm too lazy) - but Michigan? And even if, it's long been eradicated since. So why are they spraying? Just because the little buggers are a nuisance? Or because of West Nile or something?

My earliest memory is when I was 2. I was in my cot and my brother jumped out at me. I can still remember what he was wearing. The next memory is when I was bout 3 and a half and my mom wouldn't let me do the wash up. Also when I was four my Aunts wedding I was the flower girl!

My earliest memory is 3-5 I think, my childhood memories are all mashed together and mixed in with dreams.

I remember a snapshot of when I was a baby in a high chair.

I can't remember what happened a week ago

I was a free spirit in the next stage of life. I walked in the cosmos, not imprisoned by a body of flesh, but free, in a pure body of light. There were no questions, only answers, no weaknesses, only strengths, I was light, I was truth, I was a spiritual being, I was a God... but my parents had to FUCK and bring my ass down HERE.

I have memories from the womb. In fact, I remember kicking my mom in the stomach.







































No, wait...that was last week.

:p

I have memories from the womb. In fact, I remember kicking my mom in the stomach.

No, wait...that was last week.

:p
Channeling Nero much lately?

Channeling Nero much lately?

*sets fire to his house and busts out his fiddle*

No, what makes you say that?

*sets fire to his house and busts out his fiddle*

No, what makes you say that?
*mobilizes the household slaves with buckets* Oh, just a thought.

Ew, that's known as Lariam here, and all I know is that you want to avoid taking it if you can. I didn't know Malaria was still that big in Michigan? :p
So you mean it destroyed your memories not only of the time you were actually taking it but also deleted all kinds of other random stuff? When were you taking it? Before going to Iraq (do they have Malaria? o.O)?

I took it before I went to Iraq and while I was there. We switched to doxycycline after a while, but I think we were on mefloquine longer than we were supposed to be. Although we did need to take it because my base was right on the Euphrates and the mosquitoes there tested positive for malaria.

It's strange, after Iraq my short term memory got bad and my extreme long term memory, but I remember the last few years just fine. It's also odd that my semantic memory (memory of facts) is fine, but my episodic memory (memory of things that occured in my life) is occaisionally terrible. My girlfriend and I were going to a friend's wedding a while ago and I called her to ask her when it was 3 days in a row, because not only had I forgotten when it was, but I forgot I'd called her. My short term isn't bad all of the time, but a lot more than it should be. A few of my buddies have complained of similar effects. Some of us blame post traumatic stress disorder, some of us blame mefloquine. Since I've never been diagnosed with the former, I blame the latter.

Oh yeah, and they spray for mosquitoes up here because if you don't you'd basically be breathing mosquitoes. Tons of the damned things. They have been oddly mild this year, which leads me to believe they are planning something. Anyway, the joke goes that they are our state bird.

http://www.michigannative.com/images/mosquito.jpg

My grand grand mother. It was Xmas. I was 2

I took it before I went to Iraq and while I was there. We switched to doxycycline after a while, but I think we were on mefloquine longer than we were supposed to be. Although we did need to take it because my base was right on the Euphrates and the mosquitoes there tested positive for malaria.

It's strange, after Iraq my short term memory got bad and my extreme long term memory, but I remember the last few years just fine. It's also odd that my semantic memory (memory of facts) is fine, but my episodic memory (memory of things that occured in my life) is occaisionally terrible. My girlfriend and I were going to a friend's wedding a while ago and I called her to ask her when it was 3 days in a row, because not only had I forgotten when it was, but I forgot I'd called her. My short term isn't bad all of the time, but a lot more than it should be. A few of my buddies have complained of similar effects. Some of us blame post traumatic stress disorder, some of us blame mefloquine. Since I've never been diagnosed with the former, I blame the latter.
Wow, that really sucks. I was going to say that I'd never heard of the side-effects to be both so common (as they seem to be, what with several of your buddies having them) and so severe (what you describe is totally scary) - but then you did write that you too may have been taking them too long. Fuck, man, stuff like that really shouldn't happen. You'd think the army would at least manage not to poison their own people. But yeah, not exactly a newsflash. :rolleyes:

Oh yeah, and they spray for mosquitoes up here because if you don't you'd basically be breathing mosquitoes. Tons of the damned things. They have been oddly mild this year, which leads me to believe they are planning something. Anyway, the joke goes that they are our state bird.

http://www.michigannative.com/images/mosquito.jpg Heee. I like that. And I obviously don't have the slightest clue about Michigan insect life. >.< Happy spraying, then, I guess.

Oh yeah, and they spray for mosquitoes up here because if you don't you'd basically be breathing mosquitoes. Tons of the damned things. They have been oddly mild this year, which leads me to believe they are planning something. Anyway, the joke goes that they are our state bird.

http://www.michigannative.com/images/mosquito.jpg

That's a real worry when the mozzies are planning something. :D

I remember dressing up my three year old brother in doll clothes when I was six... lmao those were the times.

I think i can remember a wee bit about my 3rd Birthday, when we were living in Australia, i think it was mostly triggered by seeing photos of the event.
Good times, good times...
Then i can remember when we had moved back to NZ and were living at my grandparents place, and my Grandfather would bring back an Eskimo Pie for me, and i would play with my Uncles old miniture soldiers.
Good times good times...

i definitely remember losing my chuck norris car to a horrific stunt accident when i was about 4.......sad times those were.

I think i can remember a wee bit about my 3rd Birthday, when we were living in Australia, i think it was mostly triggered by seeing photos of the event.
Good times, good times...
Then i can remember when we had moved back to NZ and were living at my grandparents place, and my Grandfather would bring back an Eskimo Pie for me, and i would play with my Uncles old miniture soldiers.
Good times good times...

Living in Australia? Good times? :eek:

I can hardly believe what I'm reading! ;)