What's your earliest memory?

[Workingman]

Sitting on gran's knee watching dad make knots out of old papers to light the fire with - I would have been about 18 months old or maybe a bit older.

Dad used to get up at about 6:30 to get the fire going and a kettle warming before setting off for work. Why we were down there on that day is a mystery. I can 'see' him in one of his perennial cable knit sleeveless pullovers holding a sheet of paper over the fire grate to 'draw' the fire and get it started - though at that age I had no idea about what was going on.

[meriad]

Gosh, you are all amazing!

I don't know what my earliest memory would be, trying really hard to think here..... but I don't think it would be much before age 4 or so

[pederito1]

Very many early ones including being in a pram which I can recall if I try. An uncle came over from Canada and brought me a felix cat which I was terrified of and the more they tried to make me like it the more I hated it. Aged two. Then there was the party when I investigated a girls pants for a hanky she said she had tucked there, worried that she did not have a penis. Definitely before my fourth birthday.

[JoM]

Sitting on gran's knee watching dad make knots out of old papers to light the fire with - I would have been about 18 months old or maybe a bit older.

An early memory I have is of rolling up newspapers, then flattening the roll, folding it in half at an angle and then folding each half over the other until a kind of plait was formed to use for lighting the fire. Used to do that at my Nan's.

[cruiser2]

I can remember walking with my parents and brotherfrom the railway station to visit my cousins who lived on a farm near Macclesfield in Cheshire. This would be when I was four years old.
Also remember being put in an ambulance and taken to hospital to have my appendix out. Again this would be when I was four. Even remember being in hospital after the operation. One of my aunties was a Sister at the hospital.

[Gal]

Laying on my back on the sofa of the lady next door (she was a surrogate Aunty really - I always called her Aunty ) and poking my tiny fingers through her crochet covers on the sofa....I really cannot remember how old I was but I was small enough not to be able to sit....

[Diflower]

It's amazing how young some of these memories are isn't it, and how many remember being unable to communicate.
My ex (along with his twin) was adopted as a baby but could well remember lying in his cot at the orphanage, knowing his twin was in the cot next to him but unable to get to him.

[Weka]

I remember sitting in the front room at my great granny's. There is only one photo of her in my photo album and that's at my first birthday, so I assume she died before my second. that thinking about is probably my first memory.
I remember staying over at my Nana's house. Her toilet was outside the house, but had been enclosed with a porch, but you were essentially going outside the main house, so when I stayed over, she use to put a potty beside my bed so i didn't have to go outside if i woke up. I remember using it, just for the novelty factor.
I remember the men in the white coats and the metal bars of the cot as I was in hospital awaiting a hernia operation, that was around my 2nd birthday.

My uncle and aunt got married when I was about 2, I remember dancing with my Uncle at his wedding, and him picking me up to dance with as I was trying to dance properly.

and I remember going to fiji, i had my 3rd birthday there.



I think Sasha's earliest memory is going to be falling out of the k900 train at MOTAT. She was 18 months. I still shudder to think about what could have happened.