There are people who for some reason Do have memory recall that goes back a bit further further than the average age of recall,though.I myself have
very vivid memories of events occuring around age 3,and even younger-in fact,i have one memory from babyhood,so vivid that at age 49+half i still
recall it so clearly,i remember the feel of the sun on my face,the smell of the grass,the rough texture of their wooden fence to my touch,where i sat
on my blanket spread out next to the fence,on their little lawn.I remember the out-of-control silly-fun sensation of falling over(i was just at the
age where i started being able to sit up) i recall the laughter of my mother and the neighbours,and myself also giggling as i fell over.This was
confirmed to me by my adoptive mother,as she did'nt like our neighbours much and only took me over there the once in babyhood,to do the neighbourly
thing.My own visits to them started only a few years later,when i could walk there on my own 2 legs.
I recall the day i first consciously felt overwhelming love,sitting on my adoptive mother's lap in the passenger seat,at age 3,returning from a visit
to her sister Angela,i remember the exact stretch of road,the specific exact large apartment block we were driving past,when i Knew,when it hit
me-THIS is what love is,as i was snuggling up against her.And i could feel her love for me-a profound and sublime moment. She was wearing a pink dress
in some synthetic fabric,with a white daisy pattern,and she was wearing a short string of synthetic pearls.And it was one of the most profound and
unforgettable and deeply sad memories of all my life,because shortly after that she changed,she turned for the most part hard and mean and stayed that
way ever after,till her passing. And always after,as a teen and young adult,while living in that region,if i was passing that apartment building,a
deep sadness would come over me,and that memory would come back in full force,and i Remembered the feeling of love,i saw in front of me her chest in
the pink flower-pattern dress,the pearls,her body warmth and the cocoon of unadulterated love that enveloped us as i snuggled up to her-and my heart
would ache for what i had lost.
And i remember other things too,grim things,of which i had confirmation that i was 3-3+half.I remember the day my life irrevocably changed,at age 3,i
remember the shoes i was wearing,little sandals,the part covering my heels were red leather,the front were thin panels of red,green and yellow
leather.I remember because what was laying dead in front of my sandalled feet,and i remember the one single drop of blood dripping from the dead
animal's eyes.
I know most people don't seem to recall much of anything of their lives at age 3-but there are those who do-and that includes dreams that stood out
to the child,for whatever reason.Mine personally was a specific "night terror" which by the time i was 5 or 6 was already as familiar to me as our
home,because it was with me from first memory,at age 3,maybe even younger. a reply to:
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