What’s your earliest memory as child and what age

I can remember playing in my cot when about 18 months old.
As a small toddler, dressing up our Siamese cat Bambi, in dolls clothes and shelling him around the garden in a dolls' pram (he was a gentle and very forgiving cat!)

I also remember arguing with my brother about what we could remember....he trumped me by saying he could remember being born!

My earliest memory is my first and only dog. I was a toddler possibly 2 1/2, I remember what he looked like, colour, name, and the rest has been filled in by my parents telling me all about it!

I had a memory throughout my childhood of a doctor coming to the house to stitch up a cut on someone's head. When I eventually mentioned this to my mother she said: "It was your head".

I still have a very faint scar in the middle of my forehead. Seems I was always falling out of the back door off the step or running helter-skelter down the hill we lived on. I was supposed to hold onto the pram that contained my baby sister but clearly didn't always.

The stitching incident happened the day before my third birthday, apparently.

I must have been about a year and I remember lying in my pram in the garden and a woman came to look at me who was not my mother and I screamed and tried to tip over the pram. It is very vivid. I still feel the anger.

Just over a year old and learning to walk. I fell and hit my head on the wall.

One that used to be very vivid but less so now - my 1st birthday, a grandmother arrived while I was in the bath, and gave me a big teddy bear.
I still have him. Our old dog chewed half his face off when she was a pup, but the teddy hospital fixed him up splendidly - after he’d languished in a drawer for years!

The other, when I must also have been very little - a Christmas at the other GM’s house. There was a doll actually on the tree, which was for me, and I was put to bed in a drawer - presumably lined with a blanket or something.

Nothing else until I was at least 3 or 4.

Feeding lambs that were abandoned/orphaned on the farm where we lived, they were brought into the kitchen sometimes to keep warm by the aga. I would of been 3/4 years old. Also remember having chickens and ducks in the garden.

Sitting at the top of the stairs and my dad going past the bottom of them, seeing me and saying “hello” in a very surprised voice. My parents remember this - I had climbed out of my cot and dad got the fright of his life when he saw me there. I was about 18mths-2 years apparently.

First memory i have is ..A old lady looking like she was different from the 50s dress . She would meet me on the stairs and ask do i want to see her room , Been only 2 Id say yes ..she would take me into this beautiful room , all Gold and Blue colours with big curtains ..Id look around and then she'd say , off you go now ..all excited Id run down stairs , mam mam I've been in that ladies room ..My mam would go there's is nobody living in that room ..So Id drag her upstairs and open the door , go inside and the room was empty ..Told you she would say ..Later on i was told it was a victorian house , where the lady of the house would run ..It was turned into rooms for the needy ...How strange ..

I remember vividly ,not being able to find my mother,and going across the road to her friends,she gave me some cocoa and sugar in a paper bag,and i sat on her wall outside the door to eat it
Sweets were rationed then, so cocoa and sugar was the alternative
I would be about 3 ,as i remember the old house we lived in and my dad one day finding a rat under the kerb around the coal fire
[think it was called a kerb]

My first memory was the day my brother was born and I was very nearly 3. I was shown my brother by my grandmother but the best bit of the day for me was that my grandmother made my sister and I scrambled eggs for breakfast!

I remember being in my cot and the blankets had come off and I was crying because I could not put them back over me.

I can remember being in my cot (so aged 2 at the most!) and trying to figure out how my Mum undid the cot side so I could get out! Finally sussed it and many times I waited until she left the room then dropped the cot side, got out, climbed onto a chair, then the window sill, so I could watch the older children playing in the street. Got back in the cot, put the cot side up, nobody was the wiser - she never found out and I never told her in later years!

I remember being in a rowing boat on the marina at Weston super Mare. Father was rowing. Mother had a go and lost an oar. Father had to circle the little boat round and round so we could retrieve it. I was around 18 months or two at the time.

Cornet not corner

I must have been 3 or maybe 4 and I remember going out into the garden early on a sunny morning and being entranced by the dew drops caught in a nasturtium blossom.

A lovely first memory to have.

I remember eating an ice cream in my grandmothers garden and it fell out of the corner on the floor and the dog ate it and I cried . I was only 2

I remember making jam tarts first year of infants school and my mum crying when I went to school age 4

My brother being born at home when I was 7 and the midwife taking me in to see him

Leaving my shoes on the front door step and running off in bare feet to play. Also being on the stage at Sunday School singing "When the Red Red Robin ............" in a velvet dress!

For some reason I remember Queen Mary dying. I was 3 and a half and clearly remember her photo on the front of the newspaper. She looked very sombre. Like everyone else, I remember the Coronation in the following June and the news of the conquest of Everest. I had tonsillitis and my mother was in hospital giving birth to my sister. We had a small television set and I watched the ceremony but I couldn’t go to the street party as I was ill.
I also remember that winter when my mother was pregnant and would have a nap on the coach while I played on the floor. Don’t suppose many mums do that now.

Brushing up snow with one one of those child sized dustpans and brushes. I think I would have been just 3.

My first proper memory is of a sunny day in the back garden of my childhood home. The pram was on the lawn, with my baby sister inside. It must have been late summer as she was born in March. I was on tiptoe leaning into the pram tickling the baby. She laughed and I was delighted. I must have been 3, and my sister about 5 or 6 months old.

I remember snippets of things when I was very little, I remember some sort of meltdown because I wanted to wear new wellies but I was being put in the pram. I remember pulling all the flowers off the lupins, and I was lost in a forest of lupins, so must have been small. I remember every detail of my first little school, which I loved.

But I’m not sure you can necessarily trust your memories, my oldest daughter frequently says she remembers things that just aren’t right.

I remember my Dad seeing me across the road, and back, when I went to get his newspaper. When I mentioned it to him, he said that I was was only two at the time.

I can remember the coronation street party, my Mum made a beautiful dress in yellow organza to dress me up as Princess Anne our neighbours son was dressed as Prince Charles and I do remember everyone clapping as we joined the party holding hands I must of been 4.