First memories

I have vivid memory of sitting in what my mother called '' a buffer chair''.I was packed in the doorway of my grandmother's kitchen and could see my mother and grandmother moving about in front of me. I even remember the alphabet bricks painted not the tray of the chair.
I related this to my mother many years later. She couldn't believe it, but verified the exact situation.She said I must have been just over a year old then.I was the first child of five, and my brother and sisters were not even born then.My first sister was born a few weeks after my second birthday.

watermeadow My mother doesn't remember a lot of the things I remember about my childhood. And I don't remember some of the things she talks about. I think we remember things that impact us, not necessarily what happens to others. You may well have had more important things on your mind when those events occurred.

I know exactly how old I was for my first memory. It was the day my brother was born at home and I was sent next door for breakfast. I clearly remember thinking it was odd because you did not visit other people for breakfast. Later in the day I came home to see my new brother.

Ten shillings was a lot of money in 1959/60!

First para -"with a very bright moon". I thought I had checked it, honest!

I have two vivid memories from my early childhood. One was when I woke up in the middle of the night and looked through the bars of my cot and saw my mum dad in bed as the moon was very bright coming through the windows. My mum told me later that I was moved to my own room from their bedroom when I was about 2.

The other memory is being in a pushchair when it was very wet. I leaned over and saw a piece of soggy paper on the pavement and I stretched out and picked it up (no pushchair straps in those days.) It was a brown ten shilling note! It went home with me and was put in a small pot in the kitchen for "pocket money". I think I was about 2 1/2 or 3 then.

There appears to be two threads on this topic.

One of my first memories comes a little later than other posters. I was four and a half, peeping over the side of a crib and seeing my baby brother. I’d gone to stay with Grandparents in Paignton, obviously whilst Mum was in hospital having him, came home and there he was, completely adored him and still do!

I can remember playing in the snow in the garden, I could only have been 21 months. I was wearing a pale blue siren suit with swan's down round the hood. My father's friend was there with his dog, exactly like Lassie.
I can also remember wearing a leather harness and being fastened into the pram. The harness was white and had two or three little bells on so I jingled when I jiggled.
Just odd isolated incidents.

I lived in Singapore from age 1 to 3. I have a very vivid memory of watching a bullock being chased down the street in front of our bungalow by a crowd of very angry local people who were all yelling and waving things at it.

I always thought it must have been a scene from a film I saw at some stage, or a dream, until I found photos of me, age 2, standing at the garden gate. The gate was a metal scroll work gate and I immediately recognised the gate from my memory. Apparently I spent a lot of time at the gate watching the comings and goings down the street.

My first memory is from age 2-3.

I remember being in my pushchair and wanting to sit up straight and my Dad insisting I lie down. I must have been less than 3. And around 4 years old I walked in my sleep after a nightmare. I wonder how far back the mind can go?