whats your first memory

I had always had a memory of being in my Mums arms and seeing open fields and hills. It was sort of dusky light. With this memory was a feeling of fear or anxiety. I had no idea what it was or how old I was until a few years ago I mentioned it to my Mum. She recalled an incident when we lived in a caravan in Scotland. My sister and brother aged 5 and 7 had gone missing. Dad and a neighbour were out looking for them. Mum had stayed behind because she was heavily pregnant and in case the kids arrived back. Mum said she remembered being very scared and held me in her arms whilst in the garden. I was 2 yrs and 10months old.

I have one vivid memory from watering the garden with a jam jar aged 3! My Dadwas in charge working in his shed. Inevitably I fell over! Quite a big cut on my arm, so Dad took me to the doctors ( I’m told I insisted on changing out of my “garden clothes” first! The doctor poured iodine over it which stung! I think poor Dad was quite upset! I still have the scar - 8 decades later!

I remember sitting in my drop end pram with my white leather harness with lambs on. There are no photographs showing our family pram but I went on the internet and found an identical one. Family confirm pram was gone by the time I was two.

I remember being in my cot & my brother strapped my beautiful new shoes - burgundy patent - to the top of the bars so I could see them. Must have been around 2.

I was afraid of teddy boys too, and I remember being told by an older girl that I should be, but not why.

Anyone who does remember what we thought was wrong about them, please tell me.

My first memory is of sitting on the headmaster’s knee in his study tracing the red veins on his face with my finger. I was visiting with my mum before I started there, he was a friend of the family though and I was only 3/4yrs old

I remember sailing from Leith to Copenhagen on Gullfoss when I was two and Daddy taking me to the stoke-hold hatch to watch the engineers shovelling coke into the ship's furnace, and the blue blankets on the berths and sitting on a bench on the ship's aft-deck with Mummy watching the stern go up and down on the very rough sea.

And the floating crane, Herkules, in Copenhagen harbour and my grandmother and aunt waving to us from the shore as the ship docked.

Also, a hear or so later my sister and I getting a siren suit each made of wool from Iceland. My father had been there on his submarine.

I remember being told by a grown up that I was a brave girl, sitting in a child's wicker chair receiving raisins (?) as a reward. I had just had a vaccination. I was about 18 months or 2 years old.

I have a vivid memory of sitting on a blanket, on a lawn, with my Mum and sisters when black clouds gathered and it became almost as dark as night. My Mum and sisters hastily gathered together the picnic we had been having and left me sitting on the blanket. I can recall the feeling of abandonment and fear. This was on Monday, 29 May 1944 and I was 2 days from being 9 months old. Obviously they came and got me but I can't remember any more after that.

I have found the date subsequently because there was a huge storm with a cloud burst and the small town further down the valley from where we lived (up near the moors) was badly flooded and three people drowned.

I remember, when I was 2, escaping from our garden one sunny Sunday lunchtime to go and visit Mrs Culley who lived over the road. I was wearing a white smocked summer dress, and my dad came rushing over looking for me. My next memory is a cold wet day and my mum had the radio on ; she told me to be quiet, that she was listening to the princess's wedding. It must have been the Queen's wedding to Philip, and November 1947.

Vividly recollect crawling under GPS bed in hot pursuit of my sparking motorised crocodile. My Mum reckons I was 18 months when that happened.

Sitting on the stairs breaking my heart because older brother and sister were going to the pictures with dad to see Bambi. I was 'too young'. I was 2.

Now I think about it, he took them on a day trip to the Scilly Isles, we were on holiday in Cornwall. By then I also had a younger brother and the 'little ones' were too young.

I realise now that he probably took the 'big ones' out to give my mother a break but I remember feeling so left out. Classic middle child I guess.

My sister had had a tea set for her 4th birthday and wouldn't let me play with it. I was nearly 2. My Mum was going to bath me and had taken my clothes off and while she and my sister popped out to the garden to pin nappies on the line I toddled over to the back door and wiggled the bolt shut. I then toddled to the cupboard, got out the tea set and sat on the floor pouring out 'tea'. Much banging at the door. This is the part I remember - our neighbour climbed in through an upstairs window on hearing my Mum's frantic calls - I looked up with surprise when he came into the kitchen and saw him looming over me. I can remember him saying " Now you're for it!" All the rest of this incident was related to me.
Five months later when my brother was born I stayed with my Godmother. I can remember defying her over wearing a coat and trying to get my way by holding my breath, which, so I was told by my Mum, worked a treat with her. My Godmother ignored me and I can remember eventually taking a heaving breath and bursting into tears. I was put into the pushchair wearing said coat and being allowed to take my teddy. A man in a long while apron was opening one of those striped awnings over a shop front and said to me - still snivelling- that my teddy would get cold with no clothes on.

I remember being in my high chair eating tablet (fudge) which had not set with a spoon. (one of mum's culinary disasters). I had to finish it quickly before daddy got home. That would be 1950-51 when I suspect sugar has hard to come by.
I clearly remember our "kitchen" during the Coronation (I would have been 4). There were rows and rows of dining room chairs and the place was packed with neighbours watching the TV. I retreated under the table as it was too much to cope with. Thought I hadn't seen anything until I watched a documentary on the Coronation and I recognised the golden fairytale coach, it was not just something I had seen in a book on Cinderella after all.

I remember that in the late 1940s small children were given a lot of strange dietory suppliments - cod liver oil, calcium powder, very sweet orange syrup and malt "virol". I don't know whether these were supplied by the government or by mums.

I didn't like any of them and protested a fair bit, espicially about the cod liver oil, but I suppose I should be grateful. Mum said it would make me grow big and stronh. She was right about big!

Falling over in the garden and cutting my knee. I was two and it was my sisters 9th birthday party. I also remember when I was 3 and my mother having afternoon naps because she was pregnant and I would sit and play on the floor. For some reason I also remember the death of Queen Mary when I was 3 and a half.

inishowen Sun 21-Jan-18 09:54:30
I remember being in my big black pram with the hood up. I could see mum's hands on the handle and two leather buckles which held a shopping basket. I was grumpy and mum went into a shop and came out with a packet of biscuits. She opened them and gave me one. I also remember being in my cot which was painted blue. I was rocking it from side to side, trying to tip it over so I could get .

I remember being in my pram too - I loved it! I was very sad when a friend of my father's came and cut it up to use the chassis and wheels for something. I hadn't got a clue why he would want it and just stood and watched. I presume it was going to be used to make a "soap box car" for his child, but I was too young to even have seen one!

I have lots of memories all before the age of 4 years. Funnily enough, none particularly happy ones! I know I couldn't have been any older as they were all at a particular house we lived in and we moved from there well before I was 5.

I vividly remember being in my cot and I had been sick and tried not to move. I loved Cod Liver Oil and they put it down to having too much.

My earliest memory is standing up in my cot (or else prison) cos I was certainly behind bars of some sort ...and watching my mum come through the door to lift me .... with the prerequisite ciggie in her hand!!! I would've been about 2 and must've been napping cos I was in a dress and it was light out.Next memory is running with my brother (year older) down to the bus stop to meet mum from work ... bearing in Ming we had to cross two roads to do it... but ,ess traffic then and nobody bothered us over it...so we did it every day til bro went to school. Oh and I remember his first day of school as he came home at lunch time and announced loudly to me and my gran " been to s hook ... don't like it...not going again" he was ver miffed to be told he would be going back for the next 10 years. ?

A thunderstorm and my father holding me in front of the window .I don't recall whether I was frightened or fascinated.
I am inclined to think I must have been frightened as storms, still/do scare me.

A memory I can date is going home after a stay with grandma walking round to the back door and the garden was full of washing ....going in looking for mum....told she was upstairs with a present
Mum in bed with a Moses basket and my new sister in it
I touched her and she held on tight to my finger and I was in love.
I was 3.

I remember being in my big black pram with the hood up. I could see mum's hands on the handle and two leather buckles which held a shopping basket. I was grumpy and mum went into a shop and came out with a packet of biscuits. She opened them and gave me one. I also remember being in my cot which was painted blue. I was rocking it from side to side, trying to tip it over so I could get out.

I remember being taken on a bus to Trafalgar Square by my mum who took a seaside bucket every time we went on a bus because I was always sick on a bus. Then when We got there my mum bought some food in a paper bag for the pidgeons and we held our arms out with food in our hands and pidgeons landed all over us on our arms shoulders heads, really quite frightening, I was three.

Sitting in a child seat on the back of my mum's bike, being bounced around as she peddled over frozen playing field - aged about 2.