Earliest Memory
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I was brought up in East London, a favourite outing for us was a day trip to Southend-on-Sea.
One of my earliest memories when aged maybe 5 or 6 is of having a tantrum on the train and throwing my shoes out of the train window. I remember the panic in my my mind the moment I’d realised what I’d done and that it wouldn’t end well. It didn’t.
Any more?
One of my earliest memories when aged maybe 5 or 6 is of having a tantrum on the train and throwing my shoes out of the train window. I remember the panic in my my mind the moment I’d realised what I’d done and that it wouldn’t end well. It didn’t.
Any more?
bad company said:
I was brought up in East London, a favourite outing for us was a day trip to Southend-on-Sea.
One of my earliest memories when aged maybe 5 or 6 is of having a tantrum on the train and throwing my shoes out of the train window. I remember the panic in my my mind the moment I’d realised what I’d done and that it wouldn’t end well. It didn’t.
Any more?
Going to my nan's to have a bath on Sundays aged about 5...she would dry my hair with a towel really hard and I still do the same now 60 years later and think of her.One of my earliest memories when aged maybe 5 or 6 is of having a tantrum on the train and throwing my shoes out of the train window. I remember the panic in my my mind the moment I’d realised what I’d done and that it wouldn’t end well. It didn’t.
Any more?
Manor Rd E15 BTW
Falling off my bike,hitting a wall with my head and needing stitches. Neighbour took me and mum to hospital in a pinkish Datsun I think. I was wearing checked shorts.
The bike was a yellow one with a solid lever and bar type brake which didn’t work very well!
I pushed it back whilst screaming. Dad was in the front room and just shouted for me to stop crying and being a tart. I was covered in blood.
Aged 4.
The bike was a yellow one with a solid lever and bar type brake which didn’t work very well!
I pushed it back whilst screaming. Dad was in the front room and just shouted for me to stop crying and being a tart. I was covered in blood.
Aged 4.
I have two incredibly early memories; one of being put to bed in my cot next to my parents bed, and I saw a bluebottle and it made me cry, and another when my mother was pushing me in a pram, when she stopped to talk to a friend. I didn't like us stopping, and I liked it less when my mother's friend put a fir cone in front of my face! I cried until we carried on up the road. I read somewhere that experts thought we only remember things when we learn to speak, but that clearly cannot be correct.
I remember visiting my dad at work
he changed jobs when I was about 2, but I remember details about the shop that was confirmed by my parents years later,
also crossing the road to go to the local corner shop and chippy next door, free scraps for kids....
and the wall at the bottom of the road we hit on a pram wheel cart, I still have the dent in my forehead decades later.
he changed jobs when I was about 2, but I remember details about the shop that was confirmed by my parents years later,
also crossing the road to go to the local corner shop and chippy next door, free scraps for kids....
and the wall at the bottom of the road we hit on a pram wheel cart, I still have the dent in my forehead decades later.
Edited by bobtail4x4 on Monday 2nd November 20:31
I was asked by my daughter only yesterday what my earliest memory is.
I don’t have many memories at all from before I was about 8/9 years old ... which feels odd but I have zero idea why!
I do have one memory of playing with my trainset when I was about 4 which I think is my earliest memory
Then a second which I think was my 5th birthday and getting a mini skateboard.
I don’t have many memories at all from before I was about 8/9 years old ... which feels odd but I have zero idea why!
I do have one memory of playing with my trainset when I was about 4 which I think is my earliest memory
Then a second which I think was my 5th birthday and getting a mini skateboard.
ds.My earliest memory was buying myself a teddy bear/dog in Blackpool with some money my Nan gave me. I named it wagger after my favourite book at the time had a yellow dog in it. I remember it was in Blackpool and I was in a pushchair. I still have it.
I have no idea how old I was.
Absolutely worthless to anyone else but nobody could give me enough money to part with it.
I have no idea how old I was.Absolutely worthless to anyone else but nobody could give me enough money to part with it.
My earliest memories are all somewhat related, I think I was about 3.
I had a tongue tie which caused a few speech problems and can remember going to the speech therapist and being given a teaspoonful of hundreds and thousands by her for trying hard.
I can also recall having a tantrum because my mum had brought the wrong crisps home (see previous speech issues) and how the dog just came and sat quietly with me. I miss that dog :-( still remember vividly when I was told she had been put down (a few years later).
Finally, I can remember going to hospital to have the tongue tie cut and clinging to the underside of the bed as I didn't have a bloody clue what was happening. I can also remember being curled up under one of those holey blankets and being wheeled off to theatre.
Luckily the memories generally get better from thereon!
I had a tongue tie which caused a few speech problems and can remember going to the speech therapist and being given a teaspoonful of hundreds and thousands by her for trying hard.
I can also recall having a tantrum because my mum had brought the wrong crisps home (see previous speech issues) and how the dog just came and sat quietly with me. I miss that dog :-( still remember vividly when I was told she had been put down (a few years later).
Finally, I can remember going to hospital to have the tongue tie cut and clinging to the underside of the bed as I didn't have a bloody clue what was happening. I can also remember being curled up under one of those holey blankets and being wheeled off to theatre.
Luckily the memories generally get better from thereon!
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