Earliest Memories of Childhood

i was on a little royal mail van that i had when i was about 3-4 and i remember banging it into an ajar door to open it so i could drive through. my mam said dont do it again. thats all i remember of it.

I have vague memories of my mam being pregnant with my younger sister, and I remember walking around with a football up my jumper pretending to be her.

A more vivid memory involves being set upon by a trio of marauding sheep on my way home from school when I was four. They chased us, knocked me and my brother to the ground and proceeded to bounce up and down on our ribcages.

embee wrote:

A more vivid memory involves being set upon by a trio of marauding sheep on my way home from school when I was four. They chased us, knocked me and my brother to the ground and proceeded to bounce up and down on our ribcages.

ROFLMAO

I remember clicking on a thread called Earliest Memories of Childhood. Don't remember why though.

Like embee, I remember my mam being pregnant with my sister. I was 2, she went to the doctor for a check up and took me with her. The part I remember is when we were there, they were checking the baby's heartrate, and I said "Horsies!" because it sounded like galloping much laughter ensued.

I remember her being born aswell because it was a home birth and I wasn't allowed upstairs for some reason, heh.

Going to a dance with my father and coming home with my mother

mike65 wrote:

This should be in All Things Retro methinks....my earlieest memory at 3 years
is walking down the garden with my dad on grey day copying him as he whistled.

Mike.

That's a good auld first memory to have.


My gran bathing me in the kitchen sink. I had to point out all my cuts and bruises and there weren't many places without them that she could wash!
I was probably about 3 I guess.

I was actually thinking about this last week.

I think i've always been a bit of a little bollox, despite the fact that I'm now quite tall for a little bollox. I must have been about two years old at the time because i was still wearing nappies and had only been walking for a few weeks. I was looking up at my mam and my sister trying to change my nappy and I was having a great laugh.

I suddenly felt the need to pee and thought that it would be really funny if I aimed it at them. True, it was a bit mean but I was only a baby so I didn't really have a conscience. I started peeing straight up in the air and just missed their faces. They were cursing and I was laughing my little ass off. They were shouting at me to go to the bathroom and I scurried across the room to the en-suite peeing all the way. When I got their my mam lifted me up over the toilet but I was already finished.

My mam god love her had three kids under five to look after at the time and was none too amused at the time biut she laugs at the whole incident now. Her and my sister still remember it .

I remember tumbling down the stairs backwards and laughing when I reached the bottom. I also remember trying to "clean" my brothers gold fish bowl by chopping up the fish in the kitchen sink, and I remember pulling a skid on my little blue tractor. All when I was around 2. Good stuff.

BEAT wrote:

I knew it had to do with school because I had the same assignment when I was in highschool and I remember what I wrote still because of the response it got. My teacher found it so funny that he decided to read it to the whole class. It went something like this:

My Earliest memory:

It was dark and I was warm, I had a bit of spicy food and didnt like it much so I rolled around and then began to fall. It took awhile because I had a backpack on that kept getting tangled up...I began to feel contricted so I stretched and the next thing i knew there were bright lights, light that I had never seen before and it shocked me so that I began to scream bloody murder. Then I was cold and realised I was naked, so I cried some more.

I got dizzy with all the passing around, I kept getting moved from one big person to the other. Strange faces but familiar voices...Then I was left in a room in a little box surrounded by others like me who were also screaming...I couldnt sleep with the noise so I joined in.

Finally someone came in and picked me up and we left to a much quieter place. They called it home.

You can read minds!?!?!?

My earliest memory is when i was three. I was outside playing with my cousin who lived next door. We live on a farm. My older brother at the time was into breeding rabbits and myself and my cousin were up on one of the hutches. She jumped off. Being two years older she landed fine. I remember her shouting at me to jump and me hesitating. Finally jumped and the wire from the hutch got caught in me halfway between my knee and ankle. Needless to say as i was "falling" it ripped it's way along my leg. I remember my grandmother bungling me into passanger seat of the car with her holding a teetowel around my leg and it being covered in blood. My older brother driving, and my 5 other brothers in the back SINGING as if they were going on a friggen road trip. I remember getting the stitches and the black thread in my leg. Don't remember going home or anything like that but i remember a week lor whatever ater my nanny and my brother pinning me down on the sofa taking out my stiches while i kicked and screamed.

Another early memory is Santa bringing me a little red piano that had it's on little stool and everything. I have 8 older siblings and the eldest of them and my folks were out drinking xmas eve. Santa must have came when they came home. I got up out of bed with the racket out of them and low and behold my toys were there. I pulled out the piano and before i even got to play ONE key of the thing my big lanky drunk as an ass brother decided to sit on it to rest. The four legs flew off and he landed on his ass on top of the remainder of the piano. When he stumbled off it and stopped laughing i lifted it up and all the keys fell out of it! 20 years later i'm still bitter. I could have been a damn fine pianist but i never got the chance. ~sniff~