Your Earliest memory of Life
 

mine is either

getting sent out of assembly , scoring a penalty , setting the microwave on fire or accidentally ringing the poilce.

I remember watching the Queen being crowned when I was 3 years old. A neihbour in our street hired a tiny black and white tv in a huge cabinet. It was the first time I'd seen television too.
Then all the children in our town were given a coronation mug. I wish I'd held on to it, it would be worth a pretty penny now.

Mine is seeing my sister in her pram in the kitchen, i was eating my food in the high chair, my mum was preparing dinner and had just opened a tin of food and had left a tin opener on the side within my reach, so i grabbed the tin opener and threw it at my sister:laugh: I remember my mum running over to my sister, shouting at me, and my sister crying, the tin opener didn't even hit her, it landed in her pram......that was the start of a very difficult relationship!

I was about 18 months to 2 years old, which would have made her 6 months to a year old.

my youngest memory is my dad holding the hose to fill up the inflatable pool. it was a hot summer day, and i remember my dad being annoyed that my mom made him set it up.

I remember him being annoyed that she was trying to get him to spend time with me and my brother. and i remember not being able to enjoy the pool because he had such a negative attitude about it.

It made me annoyed at him for ruining our afternoon and i held a grudge against him for a long time, because he always made it seem like he didn't want to have fun, he just did it because he had to.

You must be the same age as me Jenny, because I too remember the Queen's Coronation. I vividly remember a man pasting up a colour 'Coronation' poster directly onto the outside wall of our crumbling little three up two down pit-owned terraced house, and loved my coronation mug (long gone unfortunately).

Oh - and I remember the street party (one of many) which was held to celebrate the Coronation.

Happy Days - Piss Pot Poor but happy.

That's sad Alex, i get the impression your dad was more mad at your mum, and maybe there was more going on than you knew about.

My dad was an arsehole, he always let us down, but when i look at him now i feel sorry for him because he missed out.

:hug:

I think round about 2yrs old, when out somewhere and being held in my Mum's arms. After that would probably be my 3rd birthday.

My earliest memory is being knocked over in the sea by a wave :(

what did you do to deserve it?

being a bridesmaid at my aunties wedding or banging my head on a sideboard and having to go to the hospital and get stiches

Too true Kirk. I know many people say we look back at the past through rose tinted specs, but I do remember the past, as you say 'Piss poor, but happy'.
It's said that young people today have more freedom than we did. Yet I never felt stifled or restricted. Me and my brothers felt safe roaming the moors and another advantage of those days was that our peers were usually in the same boat as ourselves...piss poor but happy:laugh:

I remember:

An outside loo, gas lighting in our house and gaslamps in the streets, a gas-ring' on a steel 'tray' for cooking, and a fireplace which had the open coal fire which had a small 'box' backboiler, an oven and a 'damper'.

Oh. and I also remember scraping ice from the INSIDE of the window panes in Winter. :laugh: and bathing in 4" of tepid water (crap backboiler) and using 'Fairy' green soap.

Ring any bells Jenny? Happy Days.

Mine would probably be falling in the Kitchen when I was 2 years old.

My earliest memory is sitting on my mothers knee about 3 years old, ,she was saying goodbye(I think) as I never saw her again,she left me and my brother to start a new life,we have not seen or heard from her since,but we had a wonderful 'mom' who adopted us and she will always be our mom.

Wow Kaz.

You are 1,000% correct - a mum (or Dad) is not always the 'Birth' parents, but those who have reared the child, loved and nurtured it and protected it.

Wow Kaz.

You are 1,000% correct - a Mum (or Dad) is not always the 'Birth' parents, but those who have reared the child, loved and nurtured it and protected it. xx