Moon-Crane wrote:I can't really remember much from pre-school days.
I have vague recollections of being knocked down by a car in our street; getting lost on the seafront near where we lived and my parents turning up in a police car to get me; burning my finger on the fire grate of our open fire because i tried to pick up a deflated balloon that had landed on it; and i remember that chimney catching fire at one point and the fire brigade having to come to sort it out.
No wonder i must be trying to blank the bloody memories out
Remembering all the stuff i got up to with friends when i was aged between 6-9 though, nanny state created parents of today would have a fit.
Hehe, I was going to post that!
Except I have very
vivid memories of my sister beckoning me across the street to join her as the big white van which knocked me down hurtled up our street like a bat out of hell! I can still close my eyes and picture the tyre rolling in slow motion over my hand... *shudders*
My actual first memory is hard to pin down. I vividly remember asking my mum if we were going to visit my nana in hospital and she said she wasn't there anymore, she was in a place called 'heaven' instead. I know she died when I was three, so my memories of her are obviously prior to that. I remember playing a card game called 'pairs' with her (everyone must have played that, right?) so that probably counts as the furthest back I can actually remember. Frightening that my own kids are that age now and are therefore capable of remembering
everything that happens to them from this point onwards!
I wish I had memories of the Leeds/Sunderland FA Cup final in 1973 as I know I watched that aged 9 months old. Apparently half the street came into out house to watch it as we were the only ones with a colour TV!
My mum said I was sat in front of the game in my high chair throughout David Coleman's commentary... "1-0. No, no, it hasn't gone in!"
