Do You Have Any Strange Memories?

I remember sitting in a wooden high chair scraping at the dirt ingrained on the tray with my fingernails.
Also my mum bathing my baby brother in a baby bath in front of the living room fire, and a mouse ran out from the cupboard and mum jumping and spilling the water everywhere.

I have a memory from living in Germany in a block of flats (army), I remember two things, one was there was a large sandpit and play area and a man with one one leg. Second memory, a xx big basement in same block of flats, we were banned from entering as it was full of the boiler and electrical stuff, but the door was left unlocked so us army brats trooped inside,

It would have been just before my 4th birthday, I think.

Unfamiliar things in my grandfather’s bureau - spills for lighting his pipe, and sealing wax.

Another random memory was of our teacher yelling and jumping on to her chair because there was a mouse in the classroom. We mostly found it funny although some girls were terrified. I was older, about seven then.

I also have a memory of an outside toilet at my nans. I remember one Saturday morning I must of been naughty as I had to do my sisters chore of scrubbing the stairs from our top floor flat they were wood no carpet and my sister telling mum I wasn't scrubbing but looking out the window.

Yes, I remember the terrible blizzards and waiting anxiously with my brother for our mother to come home. I was very young then.
We had a canary which I remember but it had died by the time I was four.

Seeing my Grandad in his leather armchair, wearing his black waistcoat and collarless white shirt. We had to go down the garden to the lavatory at their house. Grandad died when I was five.

Quite a few. I still remember getting lost in a peasouper on the way home from primary school in London. I felt frightened and had no idea that I was in someone’s garden.
I also remember going home to an empty house aged around 5 or 6,I had forgotten I was supposed to stay for a school dinner. It was quite a walk , a mile or so. I was very upset and unsettled.

... being put to the task...

I do. I phoned my sister yesterday to ask her whether she remembers put to the task of removing the shafts of chicken feathers with tweezers because my mother couldn't bear it if any were left in on chicken skin purchased for roasting.

She did! I must have been about 8.