I recall being in my dad’s arms at about age 4 or 5, asking him to open his mouth and when he did, I stole his chewing gum.
Apparently, I used to say to him quite a lot…“Don’t you rock me daddy O”…well, I am going back to around 1957.
Happy days.
Linda
I can remember being out for a walk with my mum, and our jack-russell called ‘Doggie’, aged 3 or 4. I was riding my tricycle and a hitch-hiker held out his thumb to me as I rode past.
I can remember playing with toys on the floor of my grandfather’s sitting room, with him standing beside me. He died two weeks after I turned three.
I know they kept babies in prams much later back in the forties but I clearly remember sitting in the praam , holding on to the sides, leaning back and watching the trees passing overhead. Oddly I don’t remember anything else from that time.
Sarcath
Me too. I can remember one occasion being in my pram and my brother leaning in and saying Boo. Would have been about 1952/53. Nothing else till quite a bit later.
Dilys
To LindaH from Nikki- This is great fun and a wonderful idea of yours!! My mind has been consumed by C!!! work and the kids! I really like asking people ‘what is your favourite sandwich?’ Perhaps you could lead on this?? I have an interesting perspective!!!
Loving your work!!
Mine is being let out of my cot by my brother and sister and we all used to go annoy our mum and dad ! (born Dec 1954 so must be 1955) also remember sitting having a picture taken by the edge of the sea with my brother and sister and my dad still has the picture. The wooden spade we used to use had a certain kind of smell to it. Wonderful memories !! Tears welling up now !!!
Liz xx
Sitting on the cannons outside the Tower of London with my twin brother having a photo taken by my dad. We looked like proper tourists little did they know we only lived down the road, and still do. 1960 aged 3 still have photo.
Yvonne x
Just realised I put must have been 1955 - I would have not even been one then !!! so much have been about 12-18 months !!!
Liz x
Sorry forgot memory!! ( there must be a name for that!) Its of being on my daddy’s shoulders! and my hat blew off !! Mum was whittling!!! We used to go by bus then, was outside bus stop!!! was prob 1969!!!
Nikki
Hi all,
It was cutting my lip and having germoline on it (still cant stand the smell) and my gran buying me blue t bar leather shoes (probably Clarkes) to make me feel better about my really fat lip!! About 1971 I would have been about 3ish.
Love everybodys memories and first records. Shonagh x
What a great thread !
My earliest memory is falling down the stairs and hitting my head on my Nan’s hoover (a large blue stand-up thing with one of those material type bags that collected the dust). I was only a toddler and I remember my poor old Nan rushing down the stairs in a right old panic.
I also remember (distinctly) walking through heaps of autumn leaves, holding my Grandad’s hand, and again must’ve been very small as the leaves were almost up to my knees.
Ah, happy days…
Julie xx
Age four, my mother taking me into the ‘front room’ to say goodnight to my sister and her boyfriend, dropping my teddy and the boyfriend, John, picking it up and giving teddy a goodnight kiss on its head. 1960. John didn’t last long with my sister, but he still lives near my mother and is her local handyman/builder!
Being taken into the coal cellar in the middle of the night during the war aged about 4 with only a torch for light.
Mine is of being held under my mums coat and shown searchlights in the sky.I think it must have been VE day!
at my birthday party probably 4th my best friends dad came running along asked if kim could stay longer
her mam had gone into labour, had one baby, but unexpectably she was having twins and they were waiting for the arrival of baby 2
i wonder where they are now?
Sitting on a car bonnet around age 4 with my best friend who was much older (at least a year LOL) eating chips on a lovely, quiet, sunny day and her showing me how to rub the greece from the chips on my lips as if it were lipstick, well we were very grown up by then LOL.
Walking up the road to see my great grandad holding my mums hand and saying " I can see an angel dangling on a string from the cloud", she said I was mad, but when we got to the house, my g g had just died!! spooky. I must have been about 4.
K
Being terrified on my first day in school at 5 must have been 1965/6 and my mum taking me to heads office cos I was screaming and holding onto her - - could it as I am the youngest of 4 I was spoilt - - by the way at 46 I am still treated as the baby !!!
My memory is quite vivid and I was only 2 at the time.
We had a fire in our house on the landing and the stairway was blocked and our next door neighbour got his ladder and helped rescue us. I was taken down a ladder by someone. There were 6 kids and mum and dad in the house, and we all got out ok, only my sister was injured, she is a year older than me and had to be thrown from an upstairs window, luckily she made a full recovery.
I remember going to in a big black cab to my Godparents house to stay while ours was repaired.
This is my only memory from such a young age.
Needless to say I am fanatical about smoke alarms now!!
Love Deborahxxx