How far back can you remember?

[stephec]

I remember first going to nursery, about 3 1/2 years old, and being told off and made to stand in the corner with another lad.

Round the back of the buildings near the fence was out of bounds, but we'd been exploring.

 

[byegad]

I remember sitting in my pram eating an ice cream cone and leaning out to pat a passing dog. I can't have been more than 2 yrs old. Mam and Grandma both had to stop me before I either fell out or dropped the ice cream. I also still have a photo taken when I was certainly less than three of me sitting in my pushchair near the bandstand at Whitby. I distinctly remember getting upset as I couldn't see my parents who had taken a step back to get just me in the picture.
I have lots of memories starting from me being under 2 yrs old, my maternal Grandmother was the same, being able to recall incidents in her early life which other members of the family, she was one of 14 siblings, 13 of whom survived into adulthood, would corroborate.

 

[Saluki]

I remember playing in a sandpit somewhere warm with lovely flowers nearby. Parents said that this was Singapore. Earliest very clear memory was Mrs Riseborough dragging me to the headmasters office, by my ear, for improper use of eating utensils. This was days after we got back to England. Got caned on the hand by the headmaster but the knowledge of how to use a knife and fork did not magically pop into my head. He tried to cane me again but I kicked him hard in the shins, bit him so hard that his arm bled and called him words beginning with F and B. Forces kid and I heard such language regularly by the age of 5. Really clear memory that one. My ear and hand hurt for a week.

 

[subaqua]

When all this was fields.

 

[Bazzer]

Not sure which is the earlier, being in nursery aged about 3 and being told off, (my life's story!) for not going to sleep after lunch, or uncontrollably sobbing over a plate of spaghetti because my Mum had been taken to hospital by ambulance, for what I found out years later was a miscarriage. Weird how stuff likes that affects you. It was over 40 years before I could eat spaghetti without throwing up.

 

[swee'pea99]

Earliest very clear memory was Mrs Riseborough dragging me to the headmasters office, by my ear, for improper use of eating utensils. This was days after we got back to England. Got caned on the hand by the headmaster but the knowledge of how to use a knife and fork did not magically pop into my head.

Ah, the good old days!

 

[subaqua]

my baby brother coming home from hospital; I would have been 2 . the next after that was the long long hot summer of 76.

 

[Racing roadkill]

I remember when all this were trees.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Last Tuesday.

 

[FishFright]

I remember when all this were trees.

Me too. Mind you it were proper trees back then and none of this modern rubbish

 

[slowmotion]

I remember being terrified by the cast iron lavatory cistern on my first day at Miss Harper's Nursery School. I was just four.

 

[RWright]

I am not sure which was first but I remember grabbing an old junk car bumper and getting stung by a wasp in the nest that was there and I remember my great grandmother putting her fingers down my throat when i was choking on a fish bone i had swallowed. I think those are two of my earliest.

I was too young to remember drinking the gasoline or putting the butter knife in the electrical outlet.

 

[Nigel-YZ1]

I remember spending many a happy hour filling a stopcock tap with gravel on our driveway - Good luck to the water authority!
We left there when I was 18 months old.

 

[swee'pea99]

I'm not sure whether I remember it or 'remember' it, if you know what I mean, but I know that when I was very young my mum suddenly realised I'd been sitting quietly in the corner swallowing marbles one after another, and she rushed me to the bathroom and held me up by the ankles and shook me - clang, clang, clang, as they hit the bathtub...

 

[TVC]

I have a few memories of when we lived in Newcastle. Particularly our next door neighbour 'Mrs Mac' as she liked to be called. She used to babysit us or my brother and I would be parked with her for a while if mum had to run an errand. It was only years later that I found out she lived alone because both her husband and her only son were killed in the war, her husband on a merchantman and her son a bomber pilot.