It's everyone's favourite part of the week (except possibly @SumoLego)! For anyone who's new to this, how it works is that a question is posed, and when you answer it, you get a number from 1 to 59. Then we wait for Saturday's UK lottery draw, and the bonus ball number will reveal the winner of a Lego prize!
Inspired by @snowhitie's thread last week about our favourite childhood comics, I decided to stick with the childhood theme and ask:
What's your earliest memory?
(Mine: lying in my carrycot in the living room, when my mum came in from answering the phone and announced that it was a wrong number. This is so prosaic, but we'd been given the old number of a prominent local politician and it happened so often that apparently it stuck in my mind...)
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Some people would say mentally I am still a child....
I remember when I was three my mum hand made me a Thomas the Tank cake. It was amazing. There is a photo of me completely shocked at it.
And vagely remembering a mobile hanging above my head.
I do remember when I was 4 I finally decided to hit back at a bully, I slammed him into the wall pretty hard and of course I got the blame for the whole thing. Then again I'm still quite proud of that moment, but I'm trying to not pass that idea on to my daughter ;-)
i guess mine is probably sitting on the sideboard in the kitchen "helping" mum cook
here helping refers to chatting away inanely about the day's events
Might be getting my foot cut by a piece of glass left on the beach, and my older brother taking me to a nearby pharmacy to get it bandaged. I should probably focus on the playing on the beach, in the sun, part of that memory ;)
Thanks for organising @catwrangler!
I definitely remember having a new 3 wheel bike, wearing a baseball cap and my mam stopping me from going straight out onto the road. That must have been closer to 3 years old.
To be honest I don't remember a whole lot of personal stuff from my childhood - just odd moments perhaps.
It's weird as I can remember whole loads of crap about anything (or anyone) else, just not me.
Some that stand out are playing in the front doorway to the house and having a neighbours cat coming by. It was huge like a tiger. Or that's what it seemed like given how small I was a at the time.
I also remember climbing out of my cot and jumping across to my parents bed.
Sorting Lego on the play room floor. We'd tipped it all out in to a big pile and my Mum was helping to sort it in to the different parts.
I rember my car seat, with the twist lock mechanism for escaping it. The seat had red vinyl trim. I remember by blue pushchair with big silver wheels too.
And this one I just don't know how I could remember. My father had a two tone blue Ford Cortina Mark 1 estate. Specifically, it had a brown stain around the petrol cap.
The reason this is so odd, is that my father bought a brand new Vauxhall Viva estate in 1970. I was born in December 1969. We also have no photos of the Cortina, and any photos we have from that era are black and white anyway.
How could I possibly remember this?
Fortunately my dad must have bought a better Viva than the @monkeyhanger family as we could go forwards up hills ;-)
earliest memory would have to be when I was 2.
I stayed up late to watch "The Jet movie" which in reality was Top Gun. I don't remember the movie that night but I do remember what happened just a few moments after it ended. I was being ushered to bed and as I walked out of the room I slipped and fell down the stairs to our basement. and after all the tumbling had stopped I was trapped upside down against the basement door with my little face pressed against the wood. I can still to this moment see that door like it just happened.
I remember being taken to the doctors and then puking up blood everywhere, and then being put into the back of the doctor's car and taken to hospital. I remember all of that quite vividly, but I can't remember anything after that!
Thanks for getting me to jog that memory....makes me realize that as a parent, it's easy for me to get annoyed or roll my eyes at things my kids freak out at...but to them it's VERY real.
Reminds me of this Brian Regan bit:
Mine is falling off the slide and being unjustly punished for doing it on purpose by a nun.