There is also when you parents or family members tell you stories of when you were kids and many years later you remember them but now you can't tell if you actually remember them or someone told you about it
Which is also why I am more confident on my considered oldest retained memory being real, as it was a rather ordinary event that nobody else remembered. Other "memories" I have from when around 3 I don't really trust as they have been replayed by others too many times.
Of course, maybe I just remember the memory me replaying the memory to myself. Is there a meaningful difference even? Maybe all our memories after some time become blended with our re-narrating them and re-interpreting them.
Every memory is a "story" you re-tell yourself each time you "remember" it.
There's no meaningful difference on how you experience it as "real" even if its just a "re-enaction" of such reality, but it might help explain why so many humans remember things from their past slightly differently than they actually happened.
This can also serve as a trauma-recovery mechanism, allowing one to not remember stuff too traumatizing etc, the brain blocks it out or rewrites it as a dream, or whatever
I do remember a dog sticker from my crib. I know this because when I was 10, I visited a faraway aunt and asked my dad about the sticker on their bathroom wall. "I have seen this one before! Where did I see it?" He said they both bought a sticker pack when I was just born, and she put it in her bathroom and he put it on my bed.
I remember an absurd amount of things from 3 onwards, like not liking it how I was occasionally the last one to be picked up from Kindergarten, or that there were two parallel glass tunnels connecting buildings in my kindergarten, and I always wondered how to get to the other one (it was just for staff).
I do remember the first time I got brought to kindergarten, and how later I wished to go on my own and my mother was against it.
I do remember being told by my dad that I will lose most of my memories of this age, and it made me sad: how can I just erase all these wonderful memories of my friends and all the toys and things we have here? I wished for my last birthday, as I was turning towards 6, be remembered by me like it is, for the rest of my life.
I remember the way to my kindergarten from the flat we lived in, I remember the layout of the place, I remember a lot of the toys, I remember a climbing rack, I remember the carpets and other floor covering, I remember every room, including the long table they set up for birthdays with you sitting on one end.
All rooms are empty of people. I don't remember a single face.
That must've been traumatic! He's lucky to have survived this! Oh, the helicopter was in the film? Perhaps choose a different idiom...
I hope that English is not the native tongue of this blogger, because its poor writing quality (as a "blog carnival" entry, no less!) makes me pine for polished LLM-speak!
Remember how "grammar flames" and "grammar nazis" used to be extremely rude, but by the same token, many literate/educated people cannot stand to see writing like this, because of the way it grates on our nerves, and bogs down our cognition trying to understand what the hell ideas this person is trying to convey.
Elegant writing and good grammar are simply table stakes now in the age of LLMs, although I could also understand that there is a certain deliberate regression to these sorts of amateur "mistakes" just to try and "prove" we're not using LLM assistance!
My oldest memory is a clown holding a bunch of balloons flying over the fence at my first birthday party. I then tried to fly with the baloons when i got them.
I told my mom about it decades ago, and she said there was a clown that jumped over the fence. Then I spent the rest of the party running around the house holding the balloons.
Similar situation. I have no doubt that a large fraction of my childhood memories are fabricated, but there were a few that I kept to myself until I was over the age of 30 and were later confirmed by a parent or aunt or uncle.
There's also the phenomenon of having a memory of a memory. At age 10, I had a very solid recollection of my life at ages 5 to 6 (not so much of age 4). Now all I remember is that I used to remember a lot more than I do know.
Yea, I have a couple of early memories that I can date from ~1-2 years old (early bday party, birth of sibling). And presumably a few more early memories are from that period but don't involve events I can assign a date to?
I kinda suspect this is true for a lot of people, but since memories aren't time-stamped, they don't realize how early they are.
It's kind of fascinating trying to think back of the earliest memories I still (or used to) remember. I'm not "old" at all but still these distant memories are literally from another world (in the sense that my mental model of the world was very different, as well as all the changes it went through)
Why are all the MRA activists so fucking weird about circumcision.
Folks like you drag it into the most unrelated conversations in the weirdest way.
I used to mod a trauma based subreddit and there was one dude who would _not_ drop it. Dudes name was something with MGM in it while he actively denied that FGM was a thing and that women are subject to sexual harassment.
Maybe the general public would give a shit if the MRA took feminists seriously at all, instead of shouting down the issues women face at the hands of the patriarchy that set up the circumcision practice in the first place.
Thing is most people generally fucking agree with you but you come off so fucking weird and you dismiss people who are actually struggling more than men are and like yeah “boo-hoo they cut our dicks” but COME ON, man.
This had NOTHING to do with that.
You drew a tangent line on this convo’s circle, another circle on that tangent line and then a different tangent line on the second circle at a different fucking angle to get to that topic from this one.
There is also when you parents or family members tell you stories of when you were kids and many years later you remember them but now you can't tell if you actually remember them or someone told you about it
Which is also why I am more confident on my considered oldest retained memory being real, as it was a rather ordinary event that nobody else remembered. Other "memories" I have from when around 3 I don't really trust as they have been replayed by others too many times.
Of course, maybe I just remember the memory me replaying the memory to myself. Is there a meaningful difference even? Maybe all our memories after some time become blended with our re-narrating them and re-interpreting them.
Every memory is a "story" you re-tell yourself each time you "remember" it.
There's no meaningful difference on how you experience it as "real" even if its just a "re-enaction" of such reality, but it might help explain why so many humans remember things from their past slightly differently than they actually happened.
This can also serve as a trauma-recovery mechanism, allowing one to not remember stuff too traumatizing etc, the brain blocks it out or rewrites it as a dream, or whatever
I do not remember the floor time much at all.
I do remember a dog sticker from my crib. I know this because when I was 10, I visited a faraway aunt and asked my dad about the sticker on their bathroom wall. "I have seen this one before! Where did I see it?" He said they both bought a sticker pack when I was just born, and she put it in her bathroom and he put it on my bed.
I remember an absurd amount of things from 3 onwards, like not liking it how I was occasionally the last one to be picked up from Kindergarten, or that there were two parallel glass tunnels connecting buildings in my kindergarten, and I always wondered how to get to the other one (it was just for staff).
I do remember the first time I got brought to kindergarten, and how later I wished to go on my own and my mother was against it.
I do remember being told by my dad that I will lose most of my memories of this age, and it made me sad: how can I just erase all these wonderful memories of my friends and all the toys and things we have here? I wished for my last birthday, as I was turning towards 6, be remembered by me like it is, for the rest of my life.
I remember the way to my kindergarten from the flat we lived in, I remember the layout of the place, I remember a lot of the toys, I remember a climbing rack, I remember the carpets and other floor covering, I remember every room, including the long table they set up for birthdays with you sitting on one end.
All rooms are empty of people. I don't remember a single face.
>That night my family watched a war movie on the VCR, maybe saving private ryan or something similar, and the helicopter struck me.
If there was a helicopter in the movie, then we can confidently exclude Saving Private Ryan.
> and the helicopter struck me.
That must've been traumatic! He's lucky to have survived this! Oh, the helicopter was in the film? Perhaps choose a different idiom...
I hope that English is not the native tongue of this blogger, because its poor writing quality (as a "blog carnival" entry, no less!) makes me pine for polished LLM-speak!
Remember how "grammar flames" and "grammar nazis" used to be extremely rude, but by the same token, many literate/educated people cannot stand to see writing like this, because of the way it grates on our nerves, and bogs down our cognition trying to understand what the hell ideas this person is trying to convey.
Elegant writing and good grammar are simply table stakes now in the age of LLMs, although I could also understand that there is a certain deliberate regression to these sorts of amateur "mistakes" just to try and "prove" we're not using LLM assistance!
This is the longest "you write like shit" I've ever read, congratulations
My oldest memory is a clown holding a bunch of balloons flying over the fence at my first birthday party. I then tried to fly with the baloons when i got them.
I told my mom about it decades ago, and she said there was a clown that jumped over the fence. Then I spent the rest of the party running around the house holding the balloons.
Similar situation. I have no doubt that a large fraction of my childhood memories are fabricated, but there were a few that I kept to myself until I was over the age of 30 and were later confirmed by a parent or aunt or uncle.
There's also the phenomenon of having a memory of a memory. At age 10, I had a very solid recollection of my life at ages 5 to 6 (not so much of age 4). Now all I remember is that I used to remember a lot more than I do know.
Yea, I have a couple of early memories that I can date from ~1-2 years old (early bday party, birth of sibling). And presumably a few more early memories are from that period but don't involve events I can assign a date to?
I kinda suspect this is true for a lot of people, but since memories aren't time-stamped, they don't realize how early they are.
It's kind of fascinating trying to think back of the earliest memories I still (or used to) remember. I'm not "old" at all but still these distant memories are literally from another world (in the sense that my mental model of the world was very different, as well as all the changes it went through)
Wait till most of your life feels "from another world"...
I visited places I lived in the past and it feels like a place somebody else lived, who were close to me, but still not "me".
Refreshingly not llm generated
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primal_therapy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prenatal_and_perinatal_psychol...
> Why can I remember this stuff? I’m not sure.
> It may have to do with some of the rough emotional stuff
There is a strong pressure to censor this.
If kids remember, we could not do surgeries without anastesia on new borns, and could not marinate open wound in filthy diapers!
Surgery on infants without anasthesia is not something done any longer in any country that particularly cares about the health of its citizens.
Yeah I'm not sure you should do surgeries without anaesthesia on newborns either way.
It was standard procedure to do invasive surgeries on newborns without anesthesia until the 1980s, on the theory that they can’t feel pain. https://hms.harvard.edu/news/long-life-early-pain
Why are all the MRA activists so fucking weird about circumcision.
Folks like you drag it into the most unrelated conversations in the weirdest way.
I used to mod a trauma based subreddit and there was one dude who would _not_ drop it. Dudes name was something with MGM in it while he actively denied that FGM was a thing and that women are subject to sexual harassment.
Maybe the general public would give a shit if the MRA took feminists seriously at all, instead of shouting down the issues women face at the hands of the patriarchy that set up the circumcision practice in the first place.
Thing is most people generally fucking agree with you but you come off so fucking weird and you dismiss people who are actually struggling more than men are and like yeah “boo-hoo they cut our dicks” but COME ON, man.
This had NOTHING to do with that.
You drew a tangent line on this convo’s circle, another circle on that tangent line and then a different tangent line on the second circle at a different fucking angle to get to that topic from this one.
Get a body piercing anywhere you want, nobody is banning that for adults! Problem is consent (I am big fan of that btw!)
Nobody consented to this conversation about very early memories being made about male genital mutilation.
An MRA failing to understand consent when they have an opportunity to make something about MGM in spite of being a “big fan”? what a shocker.
what a great artcle!
I've always doubted this stuff because I have some memories of things that happened when I was 2.