Early childhood memories from current life?

[Stephanie Julianna 91]

Hi everybody,

My name is Steph and I'm new here but I've been an avid lurker for years! Anyway, while the idea of past lives intrigues me I have been very curious if anyone has any memories of their early childhood years from their current lifetime?!
I'm asking because I can remember many things with great detail starting from my toddler years and I learned this is rather unusual. The way many of you can remember information about your past lives, can you do so with your early childhood memories from this life? Do you ever have longings for people or places from this time period or have you ever used regression therapy to tap into this part of your soul?
Can you please share with me memories and feelings ( good or bad) from your younger years or even past life memories where you were super young in the memory?

 

[SeekerOfKnowledge]

A warm welcome to you, Steph!

I don't use self-regression to actively trigger memories from this life, but they happen. Flashbacks and spontaneous memories, much like from other lives.

Hm, looks like when one of my parents wasn't near, I was worried that they might not return, but Mom was able to calm me down. My earliest memory from this life is when I was less than 2 years old. I was in a child's bed, Mom was bending over me, saying: "Daddy will come". There aren't any negative feelings, just calmness, like when Mom says Daddy will come, he will.
(There have been lives when I was orphan or half-orphan it appears.)

My Mom often says that it is amazing in how much detail I remember stuff she has forgotten. But strangely, I have a "false" memory. Maybe I was confusing a PL memory with childhood memories from this life, who knows...
When I was in Rome there was that huge circular building, I felt very uneasy, uncomfortable and bored. I wanted to be elsewhere and play.
Now my parents say that we did not visit Rome... so I don't know. There are lives where I was in Rome as a child.

I am also not sure about when someone gave me a fresh fig to eat and I spat it out because it tasted "sandy". Could be from this life or from another. My parents do not remember this little scene. I remember it like I remember my first school day or things from kindergarten from my current life.

I do have PL memories where I am about six years or under, but not from every life. Sometimes I only have a single flash or two from a life. Sometimes I have faint memories from being a teenager.

PL: I am in a beautiful garden. There is a man standing, I can only see up to his thighs. He is wearing tights pants and pointy shoes. Then there is a woman with a red skirt and a white apron. She is petting my head. She also is wearing some kind of veil, a bit like what some nuns have. I seem to be curious and happy. I love being in that garden. Adults seem to love me. Just not sure about the man in the garden. Feels like I did not get as much attention from him as I wanted to. Not sure if it was the same life, but there was a room with books and a desk. There was a thing on that desk, and I haven't found out yet what that thing was. Maybe just decoration.
Current: The photographs I got last year confirmed what I remembered of my fourth birthday. Had invited a few kids from kindergarten, and it meant a lot to me that one particular girl came. For some reason I wanted to be friends with her. And I really loved my birthday cake which was exactly what I had wanted. It was a very happy day.
PL: I am standing in front of a church with a woman, I am burying my face in her skirts. She is wearing dark colors. There is something bothering me, but being with her calms me and makes me happy.
Current: My first train ride when I was about two years and a half. I loved trains... it was a sunny day, and I was happy again. I was a bit uncomfortable because we were moving to a new place so that I wouldn't see that girl from the playground anymore.
PL: I am playing some stone flipping game with other boys (male then, female now) and I am about to win. One boy says something I don't quite get, but it seems to be an insult to my Mom. I am so angry that I throw a stone at him. Mom later scolded me for having done this.
Current: Oh, how happy I was when our parents agreed that I may sleep at my friend's home. We were about five years old. We were talking and laughing and making up stories all night and later got told that we should sleep instead...

could go on a bit more

 

[KenJ]

It took me awhile to locate the picture of the thing I was laying in so I could post a reply. This memory was of 1938 and occurred while regressing myself a month or so ago. My mother's voice came with it, I was on my back and the sun was flashing through the leaves of the tree overhead and I recall my mother instructing my nine year-old sister to shield my eyes - that seems impossible to me, but that is what happened.


While searching, I found this one that some folks find uncomfortable, but was a good part of my life.

 

[KenJ]

It took some courage for me to post my thought about that very early memory, how could I understand what my mother was saying? It doesn't seem possible, I know that, but it's what I recalled. But, I do have another one from a year later where we must have been living on the second floor of a building with a gray deck and stairway in the back. My mother was trying to get me to see the rabbit in the backyard below and I learned that I could shift my depth of field and look through the handrail pickets and see my first rabbit. I didn't have to meditate to recall that experience, I've always remembered that! Now, if I can remember where I left my cellphone, that would he helpful LOL.

 

[Inhaltslos]

Yes, I have memories of being very, very young (around 1.5-2.5 years old).

• Walking around our yard while my mom sat on the front steps and daring to walk farther away from her than I had been. I noticed the sticker logo of our house looking differently farther away and at a different angle (it was a manufactured home).
• Out in the orchard while my parents and grandparents worked...being wary of a mower (? some sort of equipment) and later being put for a nap in the backseat of a car. I remember seeing the reflection of the back part of the car in the back windshield.
• Hearing my dad get up for work while it was still dark out, going down the hall to go see my (sleeping) mom.

These early memories are from the year or so we lived in that home. We lived in it briefly while our house was being built in a nearby lot, and in the photos of that time in that trailer, I’m still in diapers.

 

[Li-la]

Hi everybody,

My name is Steph and I'm new here but I've been an avid lurker for years! Anyway, while the idea of past lives intrigues me I have been very curious if anyone has any memories of their early childhood years from their current lifetime?!
I'm asking because I can remember many things with great detail starting from my toddler years and I learned this is rather unusual. The way many of you can remember information about your past lives, can you do so with your early childhood memories from this life? Do you ever have longings for people or places from this time period or have you ever used regression therapy to tap into this part of your soul?
Can you please share with me memories and feelings ( good or bad) from your younger years or even past life memories where you were super young in the memory?

Hi, welcome!
I remember my dad holding me, I was a baby, and he had not shaved and I knew what was coming when he put his side of his cheek next to mine, I did not like it but I could not control my hands enough to get him away so I made a sound instead. I remember where we were and how things looked. I described this later to my parents and they remembered where we had been but there was no photograph of it and we had not talked about it. I asked my dad why he always had to do that, did he not understand that his hair on his face felt uncomfortable to my skin? They could not believe I remembered this. I did not know one had to be 2 in order to remember child hood things, I was younger than that. I remember being in diapers and having chubby legs and a foot that went inward when I was trying to, from sitting and trying to stand on the floor to get hold on to a kitchen chair, I remember it was of wood and dark red (we did not have those chairs later on). I distinctly remembered thinking God dammit, it was so much easier to pull out and sit on a chair before, when I remembered being a grown up from a past life. I remember sitting in my dads lap in his car and trying to put my chubby fingers on the steering wheel and thinking the steering wheel had really fatten up (I used to remember that they were "skinny") just like my hands were nowadays. (we weren't driving, just wanna add that, the car stood still, he just sat there with me)

 

[LisaR]

Welcome!

I remember back to about 1 1/2 or 2 but it’s hard to say. I go by how tall I was - e.g. a memory of when the lower kitchen cabinets were eye level and I couldn’t see over the counter. My earliest memory is my mom holding me on her bed, I’m standing and laughing my head off at my brother, who just got out of the bath and is pretending his towel keeps falling, so he runs away pretending to be embarrassed. He kept doing it over and over, like you’d do with a baby - just keep making them laugh with the same thing, like playing peekaboo. I remember just laughing - I didn’t say anything or think in words.

I don’t actually have any vivid PL memories that I know of, only flashes of scenes I can’t place in this life. As for “longing for [things/people] in this life,” I long to go back and spend time with my maternal grandparents. I often wish I grew up in my moms era & town with her family.

 

[fireflydancing]

When I was 2y and 3 months old, my sister was born in a hospital. I remember my grandparents brought me to see my mother and my baby sister. I remember vividly I walked into my mother's room and that I was picked up to sit on her bed. She was sitting straight up in bed and happy and glowing. I still remember that blanket on the bed and how it felt (not soft). Then, odd now but normal in the sixties, I remember walking in a hall and one of the grown-ups picked me up again to look through window glass. There was a room or place where several babies were asleep in small baby beds. I just pointed my finger to a random baby, saying: Yes, I see her. I knew I just made that up and I still remember that my father nodded and said I was right. I didn't think so at that time because all those sleeping babies were all alike.

The birth of a sibling is an important event in one's life. My oldest son was 1y and 6m when his brother was born and he still remembers his first visit to me and his brother with a lot of details.

 

[Klaud]

Welcome!

I actually have an easier time remembering past lives than my own life sometimes, although their childhood memories are few and far between. I'll spare you all the sob story and just say my childhood in this life wasn't exactly happy and functional (no abuse or anything like that, just a lot of drama and poverty), so there's a lot that I've apparently blocked out and genuinely can't remember.

I could do a self-regression if I really wanted to, but I've never cared enough to do so, seeing as how I've basically made my peace regardless of what I do or don't recall. Sometimes those memories just randomly crop up though and that's just fine, I guess.

My first memory, at roughly 2 years old, is of my father leaving after having been thrown out by my mother. It's pretty hazy, but I do recall him trying to say goodbye to me while I was playing in the corner.