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!!
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