I have a few unconnected memories etched into my brain from when I was a nipper.
Stood in front of a fireplace in my first school, so maybe 5 years old,quite unhappy and unsure and probably bawling my eyes out

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Sitting at the kerb side of the road, feet on the road, looking at the top dressing which was purple coloured and sparkly, watching an occasional car go past, smelling the exhaust and wondering if the sky would ever get full of exhaust fumes. I may have been between 5 and 8 I suspect...a very vivid memory for me.
Going to the matinee at the cinema on a Saturday afternoon with my brothers and sisters. We lived on RAF bases so there was lots and lots of grass to walk over to get there...and flowers....and bees. I'm always ashamed to remember how many bees I used to kill by spearing them with a cricket stump, so so many, so so pointless when you think afterwards.
Funny how some things really are etched into your mind, some apparently completely mundane, others perhaps because they had a bigger impact on you without you realising at the time.