Your Earliest Memory

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For me it was 1979 (I was 3) and I was put to bed in the afternoon for wandering too far from my house.

I also remember, from around the same time, a girl a bit older than me who lived next door. She died. Became the subject of many parents threats to their children if they misbehaved around our area.

"If you are bad Jackie McAuley will come and get you!"

Terrified children everywhere.
 
I was 3. I jumped into the next door neighbour's fish pond, which was empty at the time, with a big wooden bung in the hole where it had been drained, and broke my leg on the bung.

Strangely, I have no memory of actually breaking my leg, but I can remember standing at the side of the pond looking down at the wooden bung, thinking that I really shouldn't do this.
 
I must have been 2. I was in the back garden of where I then lived(moved before I was 3) and we had a blackberry bush which I decided to run through....
 
Funny ain't it, I sometimes can't remember what I did last week but have vivid childhood memories. I can remember sitting in my pram ( I was fifteen at the time :D ) No seriously I often tell people I can and they don't believe me.
But I can.

Honest guv.
 
Just on the disaster stories. I suppose they stick in your mind.

I dont believe in god or nothing. Pretty dogmatic on that front to be honest, but when I was three/four, I was in a car crash. At the time I was asleep on the back seat of my father car. We were driving home from Dingle after getting a puncture. Being rural Ireland in 1980, things werent as easy as they are now, and was well into AM before we were on our way home - 60/70 mile trip.

Anyway, me da fell asleep at the wheel, dont know if it was alcohol induced, I didnt think so at the time, and I still dont think so, but I suppose it is possible. Well anyway, I woke up, and put my hands down, remember thinking to myself that something was odd. It was the main Dingle/Tralee road. Woke my father up and he carried me on his shoulders as we walked our way to Tralee town - well we got a lift after ten/fifteen minutes.

I still cant explain how I got from lying full length in the back of a car to the middle of the road, without waking up. Might have been knocked out by the contact, but I didnt have a scratch on me. Evidence of God by plenty of old relatives at home. I dont know if its my earliest memory but it is close to it.
 
first day at school 1945.
The teacher chose me to have the first ride on this big rocking horse and I pi**ed myself and was sent home to get changed.
This isn't my earliest memory but the first where I made my mark or stain so to speak !
 
I must have been 3 or 4 & my Mother shut my thumb in the door of her Lancia - being a heavy door the entire nail dropped off my thumb. There was blood everywhere & I had to have my hand dressed daily for what seems like months!!

Actually, I remember a holiday I took with my parents, brother, aunt & uncle & cousin in Boscastle - I must have been 2 and a half as my brother & cousin Emily were tiny babies having only just been born. I only remember snatches about the holiday but I remember the bungalow that we stayed in quite vividly. Must be a sign of age - my tiny cousin who had just been born has been married for two and a half years now! I went to Australiafor her wedding to be her bridesmaid!
 
Interesting one, this.

Because my earliest memory is kinda indirect.

Once, aged about three, I dreamed about being in my pram as a baby.

I remember the dream, but I don't remember the event - does that count?
 
I can remember sitting in front of the stove at my grandparents, I would have been nearly 3 I suppose.

First day at school - when my parents came to fetch me I was standing in the corner in disgrace having torn up a rag book which I'd told the teacher (Miss Gardent) was for babies.

Ian, your memory must be playing tricks on you, surely as a baby you would have been lying in a manger?!
 
Mine would have to be sitting in front of an old black and white tv with my grandad at my grandparents house. I used to love watching the racing with him, and although I didn't really understand it I loved horses and I remember always picking out number 4 as the winner regardless of what it looked like or who it was :lol: I must've been about 3 years old, and every Saturday afternoon I watched the racing with him until he died when I was 8. He was addicted to gambling, and even though he was an agrophobic he'd send my nan out every day to the local bookies to get his bets on.

Not sure if he'd be proud of me now, working behind the counter in a bookies :brows:
 
It certainly is, Phil. Everyone aged four and over has been three. Amazing, or what? :blink:

Most child psychologists figure it to be the age at which humans have their earliest memories. The brain doesn't seem to be storing much information before then, so don't feel guilty about saying, "Jeez, that's one ugly baby!" the next time you're shown some monkey-faced newborn.
 
Age 2 or 3, bobbing around in a swimming pool in Spain, inside a rubber ring. Then crying because I got splashed in the face. :cry:
 
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