Posted on 08/06/2025 8:05:40 PM PDT by kawhill
Infants form memories, but may not be able to recall them later.
(Excerpt) Read more at psychologytoday.com ...
Those who are breast fed, well it’s obvious that they have other things on their minds. Those that weren’t wonder why not.
“The authors concluded that children’s memories, especially during the preschool years, are quite malleable and susceptible to suggestion.”
...causing MANY adults to spend many years in jail.
She kept repeating “I Am Sick And Tired!!”. but never said what she was tired of.
Another of my odd things.
Yesterday for some reason I started thinking about what was my earliest memory and that someone from time to time had written articles about it. Now this post. Today.
Yesterday for some reason I started thinking about an old article (maybe about a book coming out) that said the first thing a person remembers from infancy sets the tone for their view of the world psychologically afterward.
Example: Something showing the world is dangerous and we have to real way to stop that because we have no power, makes the person feel that way all through life.
I have a number of incidents that I remember from about age two. One was sitting in a highchair watching my mother heat a jar of baby food. Another was when I stumbled and conked my head on the coffee table and my father carried me into the doctor’s office. I remember potty training, and a neighborhood Easter egg hunt.
Meant “have no real way”
You were smarter than I was. My dad taught me to read at 5. Could and did read adult novels then. Recently found one of those old novels on AMZ.
Funny now, but not funny, then.
Wasp sting, dead center, back of my neck. “Cure” was supposedly baking soda paste and lots of baking soda in the warm bath, where I was deposited. No recollection of when I finally stopped crying.
Hot, sticky summer day, that was, and soon after, my sitting on the edge of the kitchen sink, with feet resting in the sink - for a hair cut.
Back on the floor, standing up, I dared to open the refrigerator door . . . and I looked up, because: There was the large, heavy salad bowl that had been placed a bit carelessly . . . and down it came . . . and I was its target. Knocked me out.
Followed days later by a “materials science test” of the gardening sheers: I wondered about, and “tested” their sharpness characteristic?
Probably, that was also the summer that I tested the house 120V system. Funny, the fingers are so small and can actually make contact with the metal in the wall outlet.
Joe Biden.
He finds it kind of comforting when his mind goes blank much of the day.
Wonder why they don’t use that info in a sci-fi/cop plot....as in the cops are looking for an infant who witnessed a crime so they can coerce the infants brain to conjure up thought, sounds, and visuals...maybe on Hallmark channel, and sweet mama tries to protect baby from criminal and the cops who want the baby. Mama falls in love with criminal who is pretending he is cop...good times for all...
Working title: Tiny Secrets
Another vote for trauma, when they circumcised me my mind went blank, finally after 3 or 4 years I finally started remembering little things.
You’re a funny zygote.
What crusty old prospector said.
Statistically, according to my professors, it's pretty accurate.
I can remember sitting in a highchair and looking across the kitchen at my grandmother. Why that stuck in my memory, I don’t know other than the fact it might have been the last time I saw her alive.
Only one I can hang a date on was watching JFK’s funeral on our TV which was a 12”(?) black and white GE with a green case shortly before I turned 3.
I remember my crib mobile and standing to play with it....then many other memories in a house I only lived in until age 2 and 7 months. Can’t remember yesterday, though.
I remember being two and three when my mother hated me. Beautiful woman told me every day how ugly I was and she didn’t want to be seen with me. Just found an old 8x10 photo of her sitting on a bench at the beach smiling into the camera, with arm that should have been around me on her lap. There I stood, sort of wishing she’d hug me but I knew she wouldn’t.
BTW, even at my advanced age, people still tell me how good I look.
One Aunt of mine remembered something from 18 months.
When I was about 10, I got the shit stung out of me by a jellyfish, off Jekyll Island.
Same treatment, baking soda paste; I itched for three weeks.
Falling down stairs, staring too long at the sun, sticking a fork into an electric outlet, running with scissors...the usual stuff.
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