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3/4 yr old, at Nursery drinking those small bottles of milk and huge chocolate digestive biscuits (the ones in the foil wrapper) Also the toy cupboard and sitting in a circle being read to.
1976/7 !
I remember being out with my mum doing shopping and it started to rain. My mum had arranged for our dad to collect us if it did start to rain but he forgot to do it because he was watching the Mexican World Cup at home. I was approx 3 yrs 9 months (depending on exactly when in the tournament it happened).
One of our daughters remembers several things that happened during a family trip to LA when she was 3 yrs 6 months old (she can remember some pretty specific details, some of which I fail to remember). The other daughter (her twin) doesn't remember a thing.
Being thrown out of upstairs window of a house!
Ok, the house was on fire and my Dad caught me.
Sitting on my grandpa's knee in the viewing car of the narrow guage train upto Ootacamund.
That and joining in the hunt for cobras with the villagers.
No I didn't grow up in Preston.
Around 3 to 4 years old, riding around on toy cars at playschool and milk & biscuits at breaktime. My dad in the kitchen washing up with abba on the radio, Christmas day unwrapping presents with Roland rat on tv. They are my earliest ones but can't remember which was first.
The other one was messing around on my mums shopper bike and falling off backwards, apparently i hit my head & knocked myself out so looks like I started off early with bike related concussions as I've had a few since then!!
Going to the cinema with my mum and dad circa 69 watching Oliver I think it was the fact it was my first experience of colour on screen that made it memorable.
I would have been about four when we were at my aunt's house to watch the 1973 FA Cup Final. A house full of Yorkshire born Leeds supporters, and my South Shields born Sunderland supporting Dad.
Watching the funeral of Winston Churchill on a tiny black and white TV in Suriname with adults all round deadly quiet and emotional. It was only many years later that I understood how momentous that moment was for those who had lived through the war. I was 3 and a half.
Germany (Dad was RAF) in the winter, I had a light blue one piece now suit on, and I slipped on a sloping path, I remember just being bloody cold and not finding it all remotely fun. Also Germany, Strapped into the back seat of my Mum's step through orange bike as she did her Avon rounds. Must have been about 3 I think.
Potty training aged 2 I think, weeing in the welsh dresser that the parents had in the HUGE living room (in a tiny cottage, damn it'd be small now)
I can remember most things from then on, but not the chronological sequence,
I can also remember the first day the stabilizers came off aged 3.5. Couldn't work out how to pedal but dad came and sorted it just before bedtime. Red bike with white tires and a push rod front brake (no rear at all)
I precisely remember mine: December 30th 1976. It was the day before my third birthday and my clear memory is of knowing that it was the day before my birthday and I would be 3 tomorrow.
^^^ funny that. I have memories from my childhood but no reference as to when they were. However, I can still, even today, vividly remember jumping onto older my brothers' bed (we shared a room) on the morning of my 3rd birthday and shouting at him "i'm 3, i'm 3" That would have been Feb 1970
This is a really interesting thread. I’ve skimmed some of it (but will return).
I can remember being in my pram in Devises, with my mother pushing.
I can remember that at that time they had big cushions on the floor of their flat (it was the seventies) and cuddling up to my (late) Grandpa. I can remember vividly when they got a TV on a wooden box. I would have been two.
Then it jumps; I can remember talking to the old man that was in the attic room at my Grandparents house in Wynchmore Hill - there was never an old man in the attic room - eek!
jeez. Then it gets odd. I blanked my childhood after my parents divorced. Aside from glimpses I can hardly remember a thing.
That’s it really.
I don’t want to hijack the thread, but if you could be suddenly given 20/20 recall of your youth . . . Would you?
No thanks.
A thunderstorm, or beetles in paddling pool. I can vividly remember both.
I would have been 3 as we moved house after just before I turned 4.
Can't remember what happened last week mind
This is really interesting!!!
I was born in Stirling and spent the first 2 years there. I don’t have any memories of that at all. We moved to Bishopbriggs, near lenzie, Glasgow. We were there from 75-77 I think. I do remember bits but not in any order really.
I remember looking out my bedroom window at dad cutting the grass one summers evening. I remember the river through the park bursting it’s banks and the swings being flooded!
I think I remember my sister being born in 1976. My gran was at the house and I’m convinced I remember mum being taken to hospital in an ambulance and gran looking after me!
i have a very vivid memory of packing the house in bishopbriggs up to move to south Manchester in 1977.
My room was completely empty but I couldn’t find a box for a toy truck...!
There’s other bits in bishopbriggs I remember, playing out on the street, there was a school at the end of the road. I remember how busy it got at certain times of the day!