Your earliest memory

Also remember having to hold the door-frame while stepping over the kitchen door ……. 70+ years later, I have to do the same now, with my front door …..

Holding my Dad’s hand, while walking to ‘kindergarten’ with a ‘d’ 😂

I was two when my brother was born at home. I had to go to the neighbours for breakfast which I thought was odd - you normally visited people later in the day! My father collected me later and a baby had appeared at home.

I remember sitting at the table eating a bowl of baked beans with a spoon, and my cousin running in and saying excitedly "It's Christmas Eve!!"

We were living in Clapham, London. I must have been about two and a half. My bedroom was a curtained off section of my parents' room. I remember looking out of the back window and seeing what I thought was a tiger stalking along the back wall. Of course, it must have been a cat.

I remember standing by my younger sister’s pram outside our house, and helping my friend who was a few months older than me climbing on to the wheels and lifting her out, she passed her to me. We didn’t drop her, we just wanted to play with her, but it could have ended very badly. I would have been two, my sister about 8 months.

I remember being in my cot and crying because there was a face at the window which scared me. However I was too young to communicate that because I hadn't learned to speak. So under two years old

My brother and I used to argue about our memories, he won when he said with great certainty he could remember being born!

my earliest memory is playing in our neighbour's garden, I think I was about 3 years old, I was by myself and wearing a pair of trousers with elastic which went under my feet, like ski pants.

On not oh! 🙄

Oh my fourth birthday four helicopters flew over our garden.

My Dad said it was just for me as it was my birthday and I believed him!

I was about 2-3 years old and was delighted with myself for managing to lock my Mum out of the house.😈

Not sure how old I was, I remember sitting on the floor in front of the fire eating a custard cream and my first loose tooth came out!

I was two years old when one summer's evening in 1945 my father came into my bedroom. I remember that I was standing up in my cot.
My father put his officer's cap on my head. He was home from serving in the Royal Navy during WW2.
That was the first time we had seen one another.
A special memory.

Sorry about the duplicate thread. I wonder if the moderator can delete one of them.

I remember being four trying to run away turning back. and seeing my Father looming down on me his face so angry I was outside and had gone quite far