What is your earliest memory?

I was 2 years and 9 months when I had the best present a little girl could have. A lovely baby sister with a mass of curly brown hair. I remember she smelt lovely - milk and baby powder. We were best friends to the end of her life, 20 months ago.

I can remember being pushed in my pram downhill from our house by Mummy & Daddy. Dunno what age, but far too young for walking or a pushchair

I broke my wrist on my second birthday and remember having a bandage put on it.

I can definitely remember wearing reins, could have been sometime in 1942----having been born in 1940. I remember those reins too, they had a bar across where the walker held on to. Then brother had them 3 years later .

annodomini

I was 2 years and 9 months when I had the best present a little girl could have. A lovely baby sister with a mass of curly brown hair. I remember she smelt lovely - milk and baby powder. We were best friends to the end of her life, 20 months ago.

So sorry for your loss, Anno

On holiday at Weston super Mare with my parents. We were in a rowing boat at the marina. Mum took a turn at rowing, but dropped an oar. Dad had to row in circles to retrieve it. I was about 18months old.

I remember being so cross at the jar of jam that was sharing my pram with me on the way home from the shops that I threw it out onto the road. That was our jam ration gone for a burton. I must have been about 2.
Another memory was being completely flummoxed when an uncle visited who was the spitting image of my Dad. This was the first time I had seen him. I stared at him for ages, then accused him, "You've got my Daddy's face!" Luckily, it was just a copy, he hadn't pinched it.

About 2 years of age being fed a boiled egg by my granny. I was in a high chair. She was a short stout lady and was wearing a violet coloured dress; she must have been about 89. Also taking my shoes off to run across the field to talk to the pigs;again I was about 2. I'd been told not to get my shoes dirty playing in the backyard!

I have some very clear memories of breaking my arm and the aftermath when I was about 2 and a half.
I can even remember what I was thinking as I waited for someone to come out of the house to help me!

There are a few memories that I think were pre-date that, but that is the earliest that is definite.

First vivid memories of mine are playing in our large lounge in London (first house where I lived) and was playing with my cousin that my mother cared for while her mum was at work.
I would have been about 2 and a half. My cousin was eight months older than me. I clearly remember my mother sitting both of us at the dinner table in front of the big bay window and we were eating mashed potato with meat and gravy and other days chicken and potato.
I am still as close as ever to that cousin although she is quite a distance from me. I have found through the lockdowns and the Covid we have spoken to each other more than ever, and when all this first started in 2020 apart from my own children she was the first one I contacted to ask if she was okay.

I was probably 2 and a half maximum and I remember getting home with mum and dad and our boxer dog had literally eaten through the kitchen door, I remember my dad hitting and kicking him and I was trying to save him from my dad. Hated the bloke ever since!

I remember a face at my bedroom window which terrified me. We lived in an upstairs tenement flat so couldn't have been real. I wasn't able to say why I was crying so under two probably.

Aged three, falling off a wash house roof in our tenement back court and landing on a piece of wood, with a rusty nail sticking out. I had followed older children, who climbed up a drain pipe.
Instead of being concerned, my mother gave me a slap, as was her way! ?

I think I must have been about 3 at the time. I was at my grandparents house well actually in the area outside and I can remember standing there with a little suitcase.We were obviously waiting to go for our train up to Hartlepool. Every summer I used to go with them to stay with my Grandmas sister in the North East. They lived in an idyllic country cottage with a lovely garden. I can remember the smells from the garden - sweet peas,camomile,lavender and also raspberries that they grew and sitting on the long grass playing with my dollies. The horrible smell from the chemical toilet is something I don’t look back fondly on though ?.
Lovely memories ?

My Mum was a teacher and went back to work on condition that I could go to the school nursery, We used to have a little nap on camp beds in the afternoon and I remember waking up to find everyone else had gone somewhere and wandering down the corridor crying because I couldn't fasten my shoelaces.

Being in a pram, hood up, looking out - the bit that went over the body of the pram and then came up a bit, I guess to guard from wind/rain was up.

I must have been three or thereabouts, it was a sunny day, but the curtains downstairs were closed, apparently someone in the close had died. I’m not sure if that was the ‘done thing’, or just my Mum.

Aged about three sitting in my our living room with a brother and a few sisters being told we had measles. We were all covered in red spots and my mum was tearing her hair out because we were crying all at once.

My brother and sister's christening. They were twins. I remember being given sweets called Satin Cushions to keep me quiet. I must have been about 2 at the time.

Being on a plane when I was 3. We were off on holiday to Portugal.

We dropped rapidly due to turbulence.

I remember the gasps and crying of people

But we lived to tell the tale!

I was about 2 being wheeled in my pram by my Dad through Queens Park in Glasgow. I remember people sitting on the grass and a band playing. Be around 1953.

1st birthday, I was in the bath, and a GM turned up with a big teddy for me.
I still have him. Half his face was chewed off by our dog when she was a pup at least 20 years ago, but a Teddy Hospital fixed him beautifully.

Next, don’t know how old but obviously still very small, trying to get behind our big old ‘wireless’ to see the little people who were talking inside. (I dare say it was Mrs Dale’s Diary.). Such a disappointment - just wires and little light bulbs!
No wonder I remember it.

2 or 3 years old and I was pretending to be asleep, being carried along the street by my lovely dad. My big sister was getting really cross and telling him that I was only pretending. He knew.

The same lovely big sis told me recently that at that time I was absolutely terrified of a couple of noisy peacocks that lived on the street and used to perch on my bedroom windowsill. I don't remember that at all!

And at the same age, not being allowed down the garden path with the rest of the family to look at dad's new car, because it was snowing and I refused to wear my woolly scarf. It was brown and I hated it.