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What is your earliest childhood memory
Good evening everyone,
I was talking to my friends yesterday and one of them claimed he could remember being born... I think he is telling a bit of a porky pie but it got me thinking, how far back can you remember?
The earliest thing I can remember is McDonalds having a power cut during my 3rd birthday party. They brought in s clown to cheer us up but everyone walked out. The same thing happened the next year on my birthday again but I don't remember that.
Does anyone else wish to share?
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If the memory is sharp, it'll always remain vivid - and the best part is that my Dad confirmed the exact picture when I asked him (when I was about 30) what he'd done to me, to etch a picture of the old ornate plaster ceiling that we had in the house where we first lived (or where I was 'born', I suppose)...and - stunned as he was - he told me he'd stabbed me in the ... 'nether region' ... with a great big nappy pin when I was just 4 months old! YEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWWCH!!!!
If that ain't guaranteed to force the eyes & brain to work as a camera snapping its first sharp negative, I don't know what will!!! :-D
(So, just don't stand to my right, at the Gents' urinals, ok? ;-) )
Then my mum came and lifted me out and said that there was someone who wanted to play. It was when neighbours moved in across
the road.
Hey! Stop it! I'm feeling old! This was 1947.
I must have been about two years old at that time.
It seems that bad memories are more memorial than good ones. I can't remember my Grandad. He lived with us during the end of his life but when he was dying Mum sent me to my room. I made her cry that night by looking up at the sky and saying "Goodnight Grandad. Miss you" I can also remember the day Dad left. I was begging for him to stay, blocking his way to the door... It didn't work of course.
I can remember some happy memories such as the dog before she died jumping on Dad and sending him flying! I can also remember being on steam railways, I think I remembered them so much because I loved them. (still do)
But the one that I'm guessing was first is of me sat in our flat and my Dad saying that it would be strange it not being just the three of us anymore (my mum was pregnant with my brother) - I was probably two rapidly approaching three at the time.
My other vivid memories from round that time were of when we moved in to a house (to accommodate said brother) and when I got a pet rabbit on my third birthday (to try and stop me becoming jealous of the attention going to my soon to be sibling).
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Obviously NOT your birthday party venue!
My own earliest memory is very brief.
My parents brought me to England in December 1945 and I have a vivid image of the arrivals hall. That's it - but I was under two.
Ever since I can remember, I've been unable to watch underwater programmes where the water is grey and murky and big dark creatures like sea cows are swimming towards the camera. I find the noise of dolphins and whales deeply disturbing, together with the sound of being underwater (that rushing, enclosed burbling sound).
I was a forceps delivery. I'm convinced that sea cows remind me of the shape of forceps, the murky water of the bloodied water around me, and the high-pitched dolphin noises replicate my own cries of distress in the womb.
I am happy to swim in clear water, btw, and can happily watch sealife programmes where the water is clear and the fish are small and colourful.
Next memory is being three years old, wearing a green dress, and sitting on my tricycle, which had a picture of a puppy chewing a green tartan slipper on the seat. My big brother pushed me on said tricycle straight into the garage door. (Could be worse - he shot my other brother in the bottom with an airgun dart. Ah, you had to make your own fun in the late 50s!) I can still remember climbing up the back step crying.
I did worse than that - ! was 10, D was 8, L was 3. D and I pushed L's tricycle down a hill and he hit railings.
Blood everywhere, hospital, stitches, and L bore the scar on his forehead all his life.
And bless him - he told the parents it was an accident!
Weren't you horrid? And wasn't life fun in those days!
Oh, and I remember being frightened of The Water Babies. There was something about the pictures ...
from the thread:
What was your first day at school like?
I've been told my birth story so often I can't distinguish how much is actual memory. My mum kept it secret - she was on the floor moaning and rocking. My gran got up and said 'whatever's the matter?', Mum: 'I'm having a baby', Gran: 'That's nothing to cry about', Mum: 'I'm having it now'. This is Boxing Day, no telephone, Great Gran sent for, 20 stone woman, runs across allotments without her drawers to deliver me. Mum: 'Take it away, I don't want it.'
I've had a rejection thing ever since, so why be a writer!
Also I remember my mother bringing my brother home from the maternity hospital and placing him a bright peach coloured carry cot, the hood on it was rounded. I was two.
Ana S - to be able to tell you that horrid story, someone who was there must have kept you.
Someone incredibly insensitive to tell you the details repeatedly, but they still kept you.
Can't you look at that as a positive outcome?
http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/303146/How-you-can-have-a-memory-just-like-the-great-Sherlock-Holmes
Looks like a cheap flights website turned up when I visited the Express website.
I also remember a little girl from school coming back to my house. She was very cute with blonde hair in bunches and everyone adored her, so I hit her over the head with a wooden finger puppet.
Don't worry about it, Lou - it's not a competition as far as I'm concerned. (Or do some think it is?) ;)
Actually, thank god I don't.
I remember trying to do a forward roll like Action Man down the stairs at the old house but I fell down instead. I started to cry so mum gave me an extra egg at breakfast. I don't know how old I was at the time. We moved house when I was five or six. I spent that day with that Grandma walking on the wall near the park. Then she drove me to the new house and I was so happy to see Mum I cried...
Oops! Hope you're on lunch break and not in lessons, st...