What is your very first memory?

[ChoccoLocco]

What is your very first memory?

On mother's lap, in father's van, bouncing up a steep track.
Being told 'We're going to live here, Stop!'
Thinking 'I hope not!' and answering 'It's a field.'
'Your daddy's going to build us a house.'
Thinking 'I don't think so. Houses are big.'

Being incredibly impressed when he did it. I can't tell you. Awe and wonder. We moved in just after my second birthday, I'd have been a few months younger when we looked at the field. He's still living there, in his house, sixty-three years later.

Standing in my cot, looking up at a man. He had a big moon face, a white sticking up collar and a black bow tie. My mother told me that I'd been very ill with mumps or measles and the doctor was so worried about me that he'd popped in on his way to a black tie dinner just to check up on me. I would have been less than 2...

Possibly newly born very small. Being bathed in the upstairs bathroom of my Grandparents house, in the wash basin.

Not able to walk yet, less than 1? Working out that if I held onto the bars of my cot and jumped as hard as I could, the bottom would give way and then I could escape, crawl along the landing and make my way to the stairs... I was intercepted by an adult, I understood every word they said, "Oh no, she's escaped again!" but I couldn't communicate back. A word of warning!

The most incredible thing about this story is that a Doctor gave you a house visit on the way to a black tie event. Meanwhile in 2023...

Running away to the park! There was a playpark in the field behind my house and I remember running and running and running as fast as my little legs would carry me, towards the swings and then suddenly being scooped up by my (pregnant and very cross) mother!

This is so lovely!

Sitting in an empty bath, clearly my Dad's attempt to contain me, whilst he mirror tiled the wall opposite. One fell off and I howled with laughter.

Also have a really vivid memory of the house still having it's old coal fire. Mum had gone out, Dad was looking after me. He'd saved some old colgate toothpaste tubes, which back then were metal and if thrown on an open fire turned into little rockets that shot up the chimney. I was put behind the sofa for protection, peeking out as he threw them in one by one, the last one heading into the living room and doing three laps before hitting the wall leaving a big black mark. Mother was not impressed on her return.

He was ace my Dad. Zero concept of health and safety though 😂

Its either my grandmother moving house or my brother biting me.

Both around 3ish

I also have vivid memories of thinking 1992 was such a fantastic number but no idea why... I would have been 5 in 1992.

At nursery making play doh, I remember thinking how disgusting it was stuck all over my fingers and I didn’t want to make it, just play with it already made.

I have lots of memories from when I was two, from being in a house we lived in and moved from when I was two. Getting my pop up book for my dad to read to me when he came in from work, cycling my tricycle in the back yard, getting out of bed, wanting to go to my parents, and then falling down the stairs, tipping out a toy box and my mum yelling, a row of rocking horses at the nursery.

• Mum showing us the sky when the Apollo was taking off and saying it was a very important event happening but we couldn’t see it as too far away. I was between 2 and 2.5
• being in a high chair
• using a potty

I think so, too. Thank you.

1st birthday. I was in the bath when a GM turned up with a big teddy for me.
I’ve still got him many decades later.,

2 years 1 month. I was at school. My mum was a teacher. They were desperate for someone to teach the ( only ) infant class in the local village school. They came and knocked on our door and asked my mum if she could teach the class and it was agreed that I could go into school with my mum.
What I remember was one of the girls in the class bringing in the most amazing baby doll that I had ever seen and I really wanted to play with it. She kept putting it in a box and I kept getting it out but my mum kept taking it off me and putting it back in the box.
I can remember feeling really confused and upset because I couldn't understand why I wasn't allowed to play with the doll if no-one else was playing with it and it was just being left in a box.
It was December. They were practicing for the Nativity play ( though I didn't understand that at the time).

Christmas 1970, I was nearly 3. I remember showing my Auntie my new Noddy car. She died from cancer not long after, she lived away and it was her last Christmas with her Mum, brothers, sisters nephews and nieces.

I started play school when I was 2. I remember watching my older brother leave in the car every morning and crying because I wanted to go with them. I'm guessing I must have been around 18 months.

I have quite a lot of memories from around that age and maybe younger.

Being sexually assaulted. About age 2.5

Potato printing at playschool when I was around 2 and a half. I have quite a few memories from around that age but snapshots rather than whole events.

I must have been a year, or under. Being passed over the fence in the back garden of my aunts house so the neighbour could hold me.

Very vague memory of being in nursery looking up at the huge nursery door with a bolt at the top. Must have been 2 or 3.

I remember my sister being a baby and having her nappy changed. She had a big weird black lump on her belly (which I now know must have been the umbilical stump) - so that means I must have been 2 years and 2 months old. A pretty early memory!

The day my sister was born 2y 6m between is.

Having my nappy changed by dad, must have been about 2.5. Can remember how the whole room looked from there on the mat. Can also remember a really scary stuffed wolf some friends had in a case In their (in retrospect bonkers) house, was absolutely petrified of it.

My Dad coming to my Nanas house to tell us that my baby brother had been born. (Mum had been in hospital for two weeks by then).

I can remember my lovely Dad picking me up on the conservatory to look at a spider in the corner. I was around 18 months old.