What are your most vivid memories of incidents from your childhood? (Happy, sad or anything)!

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I remember that at 4 I tried to eat a glass, only to be thrown on the couch and the bit extracted from my mouth by my panicked dad. I then went in a huff because I didn't get to finish it. I wasn't badly cut amazingly enough. I can also remember being so chuffed that I found a fish in the local burn and didn't seem to understand why we couldn't have it for tea.

i rember when i was 5 and my mom and dad bought my new baby bro home from hospital and everytime she got him to sleep i would go and shake his basket and wake him up oh and i put make up on him and dressed him up as a girl and took him out in my pram when he was 1, and mom thought he had ben kidnaped go i was a brat !!! [grin

my most vivid memory must be when i was about five my mother was walking me to school and kept telling not to walk on the wall (about two foot high) as i will fall and hurt myself so what happens i fall i hurt myslef just a scape and when she seen i was ok she told me not to walk on the wall as it would hurt me duh just found that out
secound would have to be living up my nans and begging that i could play my roland rat single (records)god that takes me to happy times records

I have lots of vivid memories but one of the most dramatic was fishing with a bamboo cane, string an safety pin in the (in flood) creek which ran off the thames and beside our house. There was snow on the ground Jan 1963 and my mum was gardening (no kidding). I thought I'd caught something and bent over the water to take a look.

The next thing I remember is being in bed with the doctor listening to my chest.

Apparently i was face down in the water for 45 minutes while my pregnant mum tried to reach me. She finally dragged me to the bank with a boat hook after she failed to wade to me (water too deep and mud too thick) My grandma blamed me for this incident making my mum diabetic.

It was thought that i survived because of an air pocket under my duffle coat but i now think it was thermal shock.

On another occasion my brother and i (mostly him) made a raft, put toddler little brother on it to test it and pushed it off from the bank little brother tried to walk back to us....

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I remember the Aberfan disaster. I was a few years ynger than the children who were kiled and my father went to help to dig them out. Awful.

I also remember the moon landing, and the Apollo 13 accident.

I remember sitting next to my dad to watch tv and for some unaccountable reason he reached over and cuffed me around the head..for nothing! My mum yelled at him "what did you do that for". I was very young at the time (a toddler I think). I think our relationship deteriorated from that point forward.

I remember my first time on a space hopper!

Also remember walking to school aged about 7 years old in 1-2 feet snow drifts...I had never seen so much snow. We were sent home from school and spent the rest of the day making igloos

I remember the announcement over the radio that Elvis was dead, my mum's stunned reaction and me asking "Who is Elvis?"

It seems to be incidents in which we hurt ourselves that we remember most!

One of my earliest clear memories is of this: I was 3 1/2, it was summer and the weekend because my dad was home too. My mum heard the ice-cream van and said she would go and get us a treat, I stayed in the garden with dad but decided I wanted to go too. So out I ran, into the street in my bare feet and right onto a piece of glass. It went through my big toe and out the nail. I had the presence of mind to eat my ice-cream before we went up to the doctors for him to extract it. No stitches but the doctor gave me a malteaser! I even remember I had strawberry sauce on my ice-cream!

Does anyone remember the summer of ladybirds ('76)? a boiling summer so the breeding season went on too long, and they were everywhere. I spent hours trying to catch them in a matchbox (imagine kids being amused for hours by a humble matchbox eh)... worth a try...

I remember being about 3 and walking by the road near our house with my Mum and seeing Dad come home from work, he took both hands off the wheel to wave at us, and I though it was hysterically funny.

Also remember going on holiday to Kerry (about 5 hrs from Dublin) and asking "are we in Kerry yet?" every 10 mins from about 10mins after our half-way picnic.

Also remember just before my 5th birthday, falling and splitting open my chin, and being taken to hospital and stitched without anesthetic.

I have squillions that usually involve my DF - like the time I persuaded him to cut the privet hedge in the front garden into a shape of an animal - not realising that his RAF colleagues were going to be taking the pee for months afterwards! he turned it into a mouse - sort of!

and the time he hijacked my dolls house at Christmas and made it into a grotto - even going on to make a paper Xmas tree with flashing lights (nicked from a defunct video player, he was an electrician) to go into the pretend garden. Suffered the wrath of mum because he used all her cotton wool strips for snow on the roof . . .

BTW, Paula71 - poor you, ouch!!! Your story made me wince (I am cursed with an over-visual imagination).

Being fat. And going to childrens' WeightWatchers.

Pixie I remember that summer, I was 4. No cut feet but I got my hair cut short and people kept calling me a "pretty little boy!" Much to my annoyance!

Summer of '76, Shanklin, IOW.

Arghhh! LOL

My sister also suffered being mistaken for a boy with her short haircut. She really suited it though.