whats your first memory

I have a very vague memory of someone(an old lady?!) bending over my pram and being afraid she was going to climb in!
However my first real memory was of sitting on the floor looking at my birthday cards. I think I was just 3.

I only had one and didn't realise until now either that there was a series or that Enid Blyton wrote them! I just remember holding a tiny book with a sweet little mouse in it!
Enid Blyton, a few years later I had Sunny Stories each week and I still, embarrassingly, sometimes find I've written E as in her signature. I thought her daughters must be the luckiest girls in the world and was shocked when I discovered this wasn't the case!

I remember being in the pram at the local carnival procession and a clown kept looking at me and I was screaming hated clowns ever since. I also used to have a recurrent dream of being on a coach and it started going over a cliff, Mum told me later that this happened when I was about one, we had gone on a day trip the driver went the wrong way tried to turn and the front wheels started to go over, we had to get out one at a time.

Polly Perkins - sorry, my last post was a reply to you! It looks now as if I o lay had one birthday card!

Treading on a drawing pin with bare feet. I was about 2 and a half.

A lot of first memories seem to be tied in with unpleasant experiences. I wonder why that is? I suppose we'd always felt loved and secure and content, and suddenly fear shows up..

Some of my earliest memories concern bodily functions - enough said....!

I remember having a tantrum at a photographers, he gave me a foam bendy rabbit to hold, obviously a prop but I thought it was mine to keep! Cue almighty tantrum when I had to give it back! Was about 3
Did anyone else have 'sunray treatment'? Sitting on a bench in your knickers in front of bright lights - because I was skinny & wouldn't eat! My cousin had it as well, we both reckoned it kicked in when we turned 40!

I remember my mother leaving me in my pushchair outside someone's house while she went inside. I wriggled about trying to get out and the pushchair started to run down the street (which was very steep). At the bottom was a road which was flat, the pushchair tipped over and i was left dangling inside. Just as well because if the pushchair hadn't tipped it would have carried on down another steep slope and ended up on the main road. I can remember being so scared, i wet myself. My mother came racing down the street screaming. She had forgotten to put the brake on the pushchair, had just twisted it a bit so the wheel was against the wall, and i had wriggled it free. She slapped my leg for being naughty.

TellNo1Ok your memory really touched me.

I can remember my Mum going into hospital to have my younger sister who is almost 4 years older than me. I cried and my auntie came and read me a story then my other auntie came so I cried some more and got another story. All of my other early memories include my younger sister so I must have been about 5 by then. I remember my first day at school as one girl wet her knickers and we all laughed at her and the teacher shouted at us

I remember being 4 and about to start school. I was so worried sitting on the doorstep.

About 4years dad taking me on front of his bike to have my tonsils out. It was at a convent. Still remember dad saying goodbye see you soon and the big wooden double doors clanging shut. Then being taken down a corridor by a nun in full regalia. Scary. Best bit the jelly and ice cream after and dad coming to get me.

Kensington gardens...my brother was one, I was two and my sister was three. It was raining and we were all cosy in our large grey pram while my mother pushed us all the way home. We are still just as close today.

My 1st birthday, I had a cake with one candle (naturally) and I remember my brother, who's 13 months older, showing me how to stick my finger in the icing, scoop it up and eat it. I've got loads of memories of the 2 of us playing together, as we didn't go to nursery school, but I'm pretty sure that one is the earliest. Happy days!

I think I was at the doctors and standing my his desk and he gave me some little bottles to play with.
The other one was sitting in the back room trying to put on my mums lipstick I had found and then saw the window cleaner looking at me through the window and laughing.

I still can't put lipstick on without making a mess.

I can remember playing with a box of matches! Well, actually, I was licking the part that you strike the matches on, and it was making me dribble brown drool. I got a smack for that one!

Nellie!

Visiting my GPs, Granddad was a Signalman & they lived in the Station House. I would walk down the Sidings to the Signal Box. I loved the Steam Trains but they terrified me if I was walking along the Sidings. I must have been about 4 at the time. I have a lifelong love of Railways & Steam Trains.

At the age of 3 I climbed up the ladder onto the roof of our house where DF was whitewashing the chimney stack.

I played with a box of matches too, with very dramatic results but just a blister on my finger fortunately. I was younger than 5 and it was November 5th. There was a box of Benghal matches in the box of fireworks on the kitchen table. I was on a chair and reached the box and struck one. I watched it burn in changing colours, but when the flame reached my finger I dropped it into the box of fireworks. I remember my DF running in and taking the box of exploding fireworks out of the door and throwing them in the garden. Lucky escape. I don't remember being punished. Perhaps they were in shock and possibly feeling bad about leaving them where I could reach.

What a fascinating thread! My very first memory is of sitting on a bus and seeing the back of the drivers seat which had a sort of leather drop down shade thing (can't think of a more appropriate description). We were going to visit my Nanny in Bexleyheath and I must have been about 2. Another memory is of being cradled on my mother's lap listening to Listen with Mother on the radio - or wireless as it was called then. My mother was rocking me to try and get me off to sleep, patting my back and singing 'she's a poor little girl' over and over again - I was probably crying. We had been listening to a story about someone called Mary-Ann O'Shaunnesy and it was sad. I remember watching Andy Pandy and also Bill & Ben, The Flower Pot men on the TV. Not sure how old I was but would have been pre-school.

Also remember my first day at school and crying as I watched through the classroom window, my Mum walking away.

Being carried over my dad's shoulder, eyes squeezed tight shut, and my sister hopping up and down with rage because I should be walking and wasn't really asleep (he knew!). Crawling out of a den made of a big rough blanket over a clothes horse, carrying the black China doll I loved, and when I stood up seeing that her face was smashed in - I was inconsolable. My dad coming home with a car and not being allowed to run down the long garden path with the rest of the family to see it because I refused point blank to have my dad's scarf on (it was brown, and too big). I had to watch from the window.

Strangely, my sister told me recently that I used to be absolutely terrified as a toddler by peacocks that lived in the village and would settle on my bedroom window sill and stare in, honking loudly with their beaks wide open. I'd be running screaming from this even now , but I don't have any memory of them at all.

I would have been 18 months at the time of the Coronation and I can remember being at our gate with the rest of the family. I was in a pram and we watched people on dark red jackets with musical instruments. The band had formed up further along our road to march into the village for the celebrations.

I remember sitting in the pram in the front garden when I was about 1 year - it was one of those huge Silver Cross ones - my brother brought out a picture book to me,