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Can you remember your earliest childhood memory, what age where u and ofcourse what was the memory… ??
Mine was just b4 my 3rd bday, I mind being in March @ my aunties with family, I was playing with Avon make-up i was bought but I took no well, and mind not bein able to see, my dad holdin me over his shoulder while a doctor stuck a NNNnnnnnnneeeeedddddddddddddleeeeee into my ar5e, then goin into hospital…. lol prob why i had a phobia of Doc’s n neeeddddles etc lol scarred me fir life, my other memory was roundabout the same age although l8er as we stay’d in Shrewsbury, and I mind the windin stairs upstairs to the bedrooms, and there was a bay window and my dad shouting @ me, Did u do it, Did you..!! then pee’in meself lol seemly i turned the storage heater on and my dads vinyl album collection was sittin on it….. they shouldnt been there regardless me thks lol
Probably walking to school with the snow up to my knees cant remember hoiw old i was but it was infant school
@pete wrote:
Probably walking to school with the snow up to my knees cant remember hoiw old i was but it was infant school
lol u rem that far far back lol
Actually i remember being a baby in arms and my mother singing boyzone songs to me :wink: :lol:
you can go off people ya know :evil: :lol: :lol:
@pete wrote:
Probably walking to school with the snow up to my knees cant remember hoiw old i was but it was infant school
last week
falling down the front steps with a bottle of orange juice in my hand when i was four. nrly sliced me thumb off. :roll:
I have lots of memories from around the time I was somewhere between 2 and 3. I remember my sister and I burying a bee in the wasteground just beyond our house. We made a little cross for it and everything.
I can remember sitting at the kitchen table, writing my name and my sister being so delighted she hugged and kissed me and ran shrieking round the room.
I can remember sitting on my mum’s knee watching a thunderstorm out of the window…. a really big one.. and counting from the flashes of lightening until the rolls of thunder came. I have never been frightened of thunderstorms, and I expect that was why.
I remember climbing, with my siblings, up the handles of our tallboy, out the bedroom window, along the top of the garden walls, down into the garden, then running round to do it all again. We still have that piece of furniture in the family, and the handles are so loose they spin round and round!
I remember my sister taking me over a concrete bridge carrying pipes etc. over a railway line. It was only about 2 feet wide, we were half way over and a train went underneath! She’d done it for a dare, and when we got over to the other side, we had to get back again! I don’t remember being frightened at all though, I was with my big sister, and had complete faith in her.
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