Earliest childhood memories.

How on Earth he managed to get that drunk I don’t know 😀 😀 😀 Mark 😀 LOL 😀 😀 😀

They probably held him down and make him drink rofl:D

Funny story, Mark:D

How on Earth he managed to get that drunk I don’t know 😀 😀 😀 Mark 😀 LOL 😀 😀 😀

My Earliest Memory

I think my earliest memory is being taken into the Morrison shelter in the dining room when the air raid siren sounded. I can also remember hearing the AA guns while in there.

Funny story, Mark:D

Driving the tractor home when I was 3 years old because my Grandad had got too drunk at the airshow on his farm 😀 😀 😀 Mark 😀 I would have gone into a ditch if he hadn’t regained consiousness a moment before and managed to put me back out into the field 😀 😀 😀

Ummm… not sure. I certainly remember the day I smacked my forehead off a coal bunker – and getting the stitches!

I was about five or six then, I think….

I remember thinking.. “Gawd it’s hot in here!” 😀

Wet too!

Regards,

kev35

Wish I could go back in time for a few hours and do that again.

Hmmmm interesting idea for a thread.
I remember standing with dad and watching a barge being launched at the local ship yard ,the following wake raised the canal level up a foot or two and soaked hundreds of school children bused in for the spectacle. 😀

earliest memory

You jogged my mind with that question as I hadn’t thought of it in many, many, years.

My first memory is my Dad taking me, on a cloudy day, to either Brainard or Bradley Field in 1945, to watch the victorious 8th Air Force returning to the States. I can still see my Dad’s car parked up against a long wooden set of logs, me sitting on the logs with lots of other folks, and watching what seemed to be hundreds of B-17, P-47 and P-51’s in the sky, landing and taking off. I can remember all the viewers seemed very happy about things but at that age I couldn’t understand what. It must have been their first refueling stop on reaching American shores. Wish I could go back in time for a few hours and do that again.

this is a strange one…sometimes memorys just pop into my head, but sometimes they turn out to be childhood dreams. i had one memory for years of the familys first house (an end terrace) being sat in the front room and hearing the familiar tinkle of an ice cream van, i asked my father for some money for a cone and scarpered out of the front door looking for said icescream van, only to find an empty street…no icescream van!!!
when i went back in the house and told my dad, he promptly put me over his knee and tanned my hide!! now this was a vivid memory to me for donkeys years and one day it happened to come up in conversation! my dad was horrified and told me he’d only ever had the reason to smack me once as a child and that this memory of mine certainly wasn’t it!!!
turns out that it was a dream i had as a child!! just goes to show though that the threat of a smacking as a child goes a lot farther than you may think….

as far as earliest memorys go, the one that kind of springs to mind popped into my head years ago (unfortunately it hovers on the peripheries of memory now, not to be grasped so easily again) while sat in the living room with my mother, i turned and said ‘mum, do you remember such a thing years ago?’ her chin hit the floor and she replied ‘yeah, but you shouldn’t…you were only about 1 year old!!

I remember when I was very little that Grandad took me for a tow in my buggy using his model traction engine 😀

Regards,

Dan

Getting a bloodnose after walking into the wall with my eyes close.

Monster Crane…

I can’t remember that far back, however I do remember watching a large Crane on a building site, where some bungalows were being built.
I had a good view from the kitchen window, and can remember how frightened I felt at the sight of such a huge thing. The bungalows were being built not far from the garden, so it’s not surprising I felt scared. Too me the Crane seemed like a monster. 😀
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I remember thinking.. “Gawd it’s hot in here!” 😀

Waving to all the troops that used to march down the roads and also them running along with huge logs, I guess getting fit. Sad thing is I still live around them. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: Anna 😉

my earliest memory is still as clear as if it were yesterday…. Every year my parents rented a 5birth beach hut down at Mudeford for a week’s family holiday in early summer, and i’ve never forgotten watching my baby sister take her first steps on the front veranda, it was 1976 and i was 4 years old! 🙂

A psychcologist I used to know once told me that most people have memories from much younger than they realise. However we grasp the concept of time through experience starting with days at a few months old and working towards years at about 3. This means that we dont have a ‘temporal’ framework with which to order our memories until about 3 and so don’t generally recognise our earliest memories for what they are.

This is compounded by the fact that children tend to remember different things to adults, so when people in later life recount such memories to parents, aunts, uncles etc, they tend to be dismisive (in the same way that elder relatives were to them), thus undermining peoples faith in their own earliest memories.
Steve.

I was born in Redhill, Surrey and my parents had a house which was close to the airfield there. Earliest memory for me is seeing yellow biplanes flying over the road on which we used to go for walks. Must have been about 3 then.

These I suppose were the Stampes and Tiger Moths of the Tiger Club. Seventeen years later I was to fly in a Tiger from Redhill to Booker – funny how things come around.

Martin

I remember quite alot form my first home, like wathcing a threshing atop of old ford escor. we moved out there when my sister was born and I has almoust three years old back then. So I can remember stuff happening when I was 2 year old.

Quite a few having my first cheese and pickle sandwich on the platform at St. Pancras station and being disappointed our train home had a steam engine and was not one of the gleaming ‘Blue Pullmans,’ on the other platform. (aged about 3).

And my uncle from Australia trying to get me to eat an orange segment covered in suger just before I turned 2. Both stand out though.

Steve.