64kB RAM in Commodore 64 😋
1992; I’m two years old, and having an absolute blast running through the sheets my mom had put up out on the clothesline.
About a decade ago my mom and I were talking about early memories. It turns out she happened to have a disposable camera on her at the time, and there’s pictures of me, joyfully forming my earliest memory as a toddler.
Laying in a crib crying while there was a full moon. I legit can’t tell if it was a lucid dream.
A friend of mine has what we are pretty sure is a legitimate cradle memory. When he was born his skull was asymmetrical. Enough that he wore some kind of a head brace in the cradle (it must have worked because he was a model for a number of years lol). I was there when he told his mother about it (assuming it was a dream or something) and she basically confirmed the memory and that they had never told him about it assuming he wouldn’t remember.
I’m not sure how old I am, maybe three or four. It’s the only memory I have from the first place my parents lived in. I’m outside the garage and I’ve got a hammer.
My mother is smashing computer components and I’m “helping”. I remember being so fascinated with what they were and how they worked. I was particularly enthralled by what I now recognize were the internals of a hard drive. The platter is just so shiny! This memory sparks a long term interest in computers.
Later I’d learn my father had been caught consuming particularly violent BDSM pornography.
