jbark said:
Maybe we are tapping into memories of how the world looked and sounded to us (anyone ever had nursery rhyme -like songs play in their heads during trips?), before we had the knowledge - and the brain soft/firmware - to make any real sense of it?
I have a bizarrely good memory of my earliest years (age 2), and everyone else in my family is shocked by how much detail I remember.
My earliest memories (from when I was two years old), were not like this though.
I was thinking coherent, detailed thoughts at 2. My first memory was in a garden (it was on holiday in a foreign country) when I had just turned 2, and in the memory I was saying to myself something like ("we are now in this place, which is not where we normally are" ).
By the time I was 3 years old, my memories are much more "cognitive". I can remember having very complicated thinking patterns in nursery. I was thinking things like "this place is really boring and I don't understand how the other children are enjoying it". And also I can remember shopping with my mother and buying specific things, before going on holiday, and thinking "next week we will be somewhere else".
What life was like before I turned 2 years old though, I can't quite remember though (there's just a sense of hazy brightness).
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What's interesting about early memories (age 2-3) for me, is that at that age I didn't feel like I was "new". The sense was more like I had just arrived from somewhere else. It was a feeling like "I've arrived in this new place, with these nice people (actually my family - but I didn't have that concept) being with me".
By the time I was 4, of course, I was already having memories with very complicated thinking patterns (which don't feel any different to our consciousness now, except that everything was very happy and there was generally more enchantment and a sense like we were special).
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Also when I was 3, I was having very complicated, intelligent thoughts, where I wasn't sure how I was related to my family. For example, I remember eating with them, and I wasn't sure if I had to eat the food or not (I didn't want to), and was worried these people would not like me if I told them that I didn't want to eat their food.
The overall sense at 3 years old, was really that I wasn't sure how I related to these people (although I loved them), and was worried about offending them. I didn't understand they were my family, but saw them more like some strange, nice people who I had landed with.
jbark said:
when language and the general aural landscape seemed cacophonous and chaotic, when clowns and jesters
I was instinctually terrified of clowns at age 3 though, the first time I saw one. I was crying after I saw one at a circus. I was with my mother and her friend - and when we were walking home, I remember they were talking about how they didn't understand why I was crying so much.
I wonder if clowns remind us of something we saw before we are born? (Otherwise why would I be so unhappy seeing one for the first time in my life when I was 3 years old?).