Earliest Memory Challenge

Heart of Persephone​(sub female)​{owned} • Aug 14, 2025

around 2 or 3, burning my leg and the bandage wrapped around me and trying to crawl onto the footstool. I can remember many things from a young age.

One major memory was when I was 4 or 5 it was early summer, we were moving cattle and horses to the creek place (that is what my house was referred to ) I remember how sunny and warm it was. they were moving one of the Qtr horses and something happened, and the horse kick through the wood panels. the got to the house and the vet was called. unloaded on a concrete slab by the round top shop. I can still see all the blood and the deep cuts on Buck, I think at times I can still smell the blood when I think about it, I watched as the Vet and my dad and the others worked on Buck, stitching him up , and getting him to the barn. I stood there looking down at all the blood, for days I would walk to that slab and see if the blood was still there, I always looked for the stains.

Obedient Bunny​(sub female)​{Owned} • Aug 14, 2025

My earliest memory is being in my crib abd my dad leaning down to kiss me. He was a mailman and he had on the blue-gray hard rounded hat that was part of their uniform. I guess I must have been 1-2 yrs old

xx V xx​(dom male) • Aug 15, 2025

Whats all this bong smoke from the 80’s still doing up here. I read this question several days ago and have been thinking about it and I cannot come up with one happy memory as my earliest memory so I’ll share a fucked up funny one.

WARNING: What may be fucked up and funny to me may not be to you.

Being a Gen X feral child my older brother and I were quickly escorted to the door everyday because it was summer and told not to come back until the street lights came on.
My brother and I were not close, yes we were siblings, yes we were family even though he looked suspiciously like the milk man, no we did not like each other even at 10 and 13. ( it got way worse as we got older ) Milk man’s kid went in search of his loser friends, and I went in search of my friends Franky and Johnny ( I know ) we ran off and did what ever feral children did mostly create chaos and mayhem and play on the train tracks ( never said we were smart ).
Lunch time rolls around so we all go to our houses and agree to meet back up later, I come home to find my lunch on the counter, a nice peanut butter, ketchup and American cheese sandwich, yum. ( I should mention that my mother and the nanny were both big supporters of day drinking wine and diet pills ).
As I’m eating my delicious sandwich ( yes I ate it, my father the former Marine officer had a rule, we don’t waste food, you either eat what was served or wear it ) I see the milk man’s kid coming across the yard me being the good but evil younger brother I go to the counter open his sandwich and spit in it, because that’s what we do.
He comes in glares at me as I sit there eating my delicious sandwich and watching a kung fu movie, he grabs it off the counter pops me in the back of the head and sits down to eat his delicious sandwich. I can’t help but watch him eat his spit sandwich and giggle because I’m young and stupid and haven’t developed a poker face yet.
We both finish and we’re watching the movie while we both take turns popping each other in the head or throwing judo chops to arms or legs before we hear the drunken melodic tone of my mother “ If you shitheads ( our pet name ) are done get out of my house”.
We put our plates in the sink and head for the door while we are both popping each other on the head still, as I’m going down the steps milk man’s kid spartan kicks me down the last two steps I land on my feet do a roll land back on my feet and get three quick jabs to his face, from there things escalate quickly, all those hours watching kung fu movies is about to pay off.
For the next 15 minutes he and I are throwing punches to the face and body, throwing kicks that are totally destroying any insect in the vicinity flying by, we are both making the exaggerated noises of a kung fu master that we believe we are, we try to flip each other and it’s not working well at all because we are hot and sweaty and can’t get ahold of each other firmly until.
The OP posed the question what did we learn from this memory, this is what I learned.
1. If you are going to judo chop the milk man’s kid your thumb should be down along your palm not up like you are hitchhiking.
2. When the milk man’s kid grabs your thumb and flips you over his back onto the concert the sudden stopping on the concrete sucks.
3. This is the most important thing I learned. Your thumb should never be able to touch your own wrist, it’s worse the hitting the concrete.
4. Just as important as number 3. If your thumb is broken or out of joint never ever ever try to throw a punch as he leans over you to gloat and connect with his forehead with that same hand.