My Earliest Memory #164
I would have been about 4 years old when I fell down our “very 70’s” carpeted staircase into my baby sister’s pram at the foot of the stairs.
The fall wasn’t a bad one and didn’t require A&E.
The pram was black, rectangular, four-wheeled and unoccupied at the time.
The carpet was spongy deep pile and bright with green and orange accents.
Submitted by Simon West who now makes games with green and orange accents. Occasionally tweets as @iojoetweets
My Earliest Memory #163
My own fingers.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #162
I was playing with my sister on the beach, a little further away from my parents.
I was a shy, slow kid.
I used to look down all the time.
I remember the salty smell of the air, the intensity of the wind… the texture of the mix of stones and shells under my bare feet and mostly, the sharp pain all of a sudden in my right foot.
And crying… and my parents running to see what had happened.
A shard of a common saltwater mussel named Mytilus was responsible.
I still have a mark in my sole, and a fascination for shells.
I studied Biology and freshwater bivalve; I collect shells from different areas.
It all started with a shell… almost 30 years ago.
My mother said I was about 5 years old.
Submitted by Carmen.
My Earliest Memory #161
A baby. On my back. Watching smoke from my Dad’s cigarette as it coiled towards the ceiling.
Submitted anonymously.
My Earliest Memory #160
My earliest memory or “Memories” (Because in my head they flow together, thanks to my Attention Deficit) start with me jumping on my bed and just having a great time!
Then it’s immediately followed by me playing with a small toy piano and singing.
After that fades away the next thing I can remember was our old Zenith TV. It was taken apart in the middle of the living room. It was being repaired and I remember how interesting it was to see what made it tick.
Submitted by Matt Cooper. It was these three memories that made him pursue a degree in electronics and eventually communications. He is currently head of quality assurance for a large broadband communications company. Matt also studied music and learned to write, record and edit his own music as well as play several different instruments.
But in the end, it all comes back to that first memory. Just like jumping on his bed, he always tries to have as much fun as possible!
My Earliest Memory #159
Walking.
Submitted by Rod Taylor.
My Earliest Memory #158
My earliest memories multiply in numbers.
It’s like they all were at the same time and I don’t have The One.
But the most vivid one is of my Mum and Dad. Having breakfast together with the sun peeking through the morning window and me watching the scene from the other side of the room.
I think that was the first and last time I have ever saw my dad giving my mum a peck on a cheek before he left for work.
My Earliest Memory #157
I always have memories of these brown puppy shoes.
I remember the EXACT texture of the cloth when i licked it, how i kept trying to rip off the black and white bead eyes with my mouth, the red nose, the floppy brown ears, the bumps under the shoes… basically everything about it, and the memory is so VIVID.
Just like remembering something you saw yesterday. i also remember moving my legs up and down while i sat up in a high place, and it was grey-ish everywhere.
Submitted by Betty B. She always used to assume they were shoes she had when she was a child (aged 4-6 years old), and one day asked her parents what happened to them.
They’d bought the shoes before visiting their country, so they remember the date and exactly how old she was (she had just turned 8 months old). But they lost the shoes there, so she couldn’t have seen the shoes after she was 8 or 9 months old… also the grey-ish place was actually inside a plane…
That’s all.
She still have some memories of her childhood (2-9 years old) that she remembers in great detail. She recalls how she used to think as a child and how she used to feel during those moments too. Right now, she’s a 15 year old girl, and wonders if that makes any difference remembering stuff.
My Earliest Memory #156
Crying on the way to school because I did not want my mother to take
me, I wanted to go on my own.
1st teacher Mrs Fulton; large black stove in one corner for heat; brown radio to hear ‘Listen with Mother’ in the afternoon before our nap; small bottles of milk, frozen in Winter.
Best of all doors onto the play area where there was a large sandpit.
Submitted by Jenny Richards. School was Coppice Road School, Solihull, it is still there, hope it is as much fun now.
My Earliest Memory #155
I’d spilt juice on the bedspread, and was attempting to suck the juice out of the fabric so I wouldn’t get caught.
I must’ve been about 2 1/2.
I can’t remember who I was afraid would catch me, or whether or not they did (although, I assume that they did).
Submitted by Tiarn Warren, who still spills juice on the bedspread on occasion but now, 18 years later, knows how to use a washing machine to destroy the evidence.
