whats your first memory

I remember pushing a really big rose thorn a long way up my nose, and being sat on the kitchen table while my mum tried to get it out with tweezers. When that just pushed it further up and there was blood everywhere, she took me down the road to where my godparents lived.
He laid me back over his lap and got it out, then I got a smack off my mum.

I also remember being in a pram which somehow near a goldfish bowl that was close enough for me to try some fishing!!! I got a slap for that!

Harriman, you have made me so happy, I had a blue siren suit too! Blue so that any subsequent babes could wear it. I used to sing the Andy Pandy song when I had it on! Remember my brother being Christened - well being baby sat at the Neighbours who gave me a doll to take home. I was less than two. Baptism was matter of course around six weeks and I think last Sunday of the month. No party. Huge parties when my DC were baptised. New life, new rule, party at every opportunity.a

I can remember being dressed in a blue siren suit with white swansdown round the hood and going to play in the snow in the garden. My mother was amazed when I told her because she said I could only have been 18 months old and it was probably December 1947. I remember playing with an uncle's dog in the snow, a lovely natured collie that looked like Lassie.

My first memory is being invited upstairs to a neighbour's house at three years old, to watch Lassie on TV, as we didn't have a television. .

Earliest memory, and very datable, was watching my beloved dad packing his bags to leave us. I was almost four. He didn’t go then, my grandad talked him round but it was the start of a very miserable time. I wanted to go with him of course. I wish I had a happier memory.

It was before the war so I must have been about three. We were on holiday and I suspect that it was Dreamland in Margate but please correct me if I'm wrong. There was a kind of lake with boats in the shape of teacups and I was in one and absolutely terrified. To this day, I have a dread of being on or in water.

Willow that made me laugh !
I remember being in my cot and trying to peel the Panda transfer off , I was less than 2 .

It's difficult to be sure what is a real memory as it can be easy to visualise events which have been talked about a lot, but I have a vivid memory of sitting in my pram when our neighbour's huge collie dog put its front paws on the edge of the pram and licked my face. It didn't bite me but I was terrified of dogs for years.

I remember sitting in my pushchair outside the butchers shop hanging over the front bar and looking at the grey writing on the footrest. I think I remember it because I wee'd my knickers while mum was in the shop. She was not best pleased. I must have been about two?

I also remember water pistol fights in the summer when I was about three with my parents and grandparents who lived in the terrace house next door because I was allowed to hang out of the upstairs window to throw a small jug of water down on my dad. No water pistols though, just a couple of used Jif lemons, an empty bottle and bicycle pumps.

I remember loads but not in what order! I do remember locking my dad out one day when I was about 3 - we had an outside toilet so he'd gone and I'd shut the back door which locked. As he'd lit the coal fire he was panicking about me being in front of it so he shouted Champion the Wonder Horse is on - let me in so we can watch it and I undid the latch and of course got told off

I had pneumonia and was confined to bed – filthy pink medicine kept on top of the wardrobe. Our next-door neighbour gave me a deep red soap in the shape of a crown with a little gold band around it and it sat on a powder puff in a transparent box. My Mama put it on the window sill so that I could see it without having to move. I can only assume that it happened in 1953, the year of coronation when I was just three years old.

Playing on the garden path in my grandpas garden, sunny day ,he was working on his rose bushes , I wore a gingham dress so must have been 2 or 3 , have seen photographs of me wearing it at that age

I was less than two when I 'escaped' down the field when grandpa was supposed to be watching me. My mother was walking up the lane on the other side of the hedge and heard me prattling to our dog, which was walking round and round me trying to stop my progress. Do I really remember or am I recalling what they told me happened? Do I remember that grandpa thought I had paralysis because he'd put my two legs down one knicker hole or just that it became a family story? However I DO remember that when were moving into a new home I was walking round in a top hat (of all things) and it fell over my eyes and I fell, hurting my knees. I was around 2-3 years old when that occurred.

I think I was about four and I remember wearing what I called my picnic dress because it was bought for me to wear at my Dad's works picnic. I don't remember the picnic, but I was wearing the dress when I ran out to the front gate at my Granny's house to greet my Uncle when he arrived to see us.

As hard as I try I can't think of any memories when I was really young. We were talking about this at Christmas and I said that the older I get, the less confident I am about my memories, because I can't be sure I'm not visualising something someone else told me about. When our family is together, we often end up laughing at memories already shared several times. It's hard to distinguish one from the other. Does anyone else feel like that?

I can remember being outside a shop in my pushchair. My hat was itchy, and I was wearing an eye patch. I was crying and I remember my mum sitting me back up rather roughly!

Mine is similar to your sister`s, I remember being left outside a shop in my pushchair, I was probably about 2, and being told off by my mother for trying to climb out. My next earliest one is being a bridesmaid when my mother remarried, I was just turned 3, and remember the photos being taken, and running around at the reception with the other small bridesmaid.