My first memory is of laying on the pungent leather seats of my father's back Pontiac (I always thought it looked like a gangster car) as he and I roamed the streets late at night looking for our dog that had run away. My mother was on night shift at the hospital, so he couldn't leave me home alone. I just remember everything being very dark - the night, the car. I was about 2.
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Going into my parents bedroom after my brother was born, to jump on Dad and ask him when we were going to the hospital to see Mum and Ian. 2 and a half.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how old I was, but my first memory is being in my crib, and playing with a diaper pin. It had a duck or something like that as the top part, and I couldn't figure out how to open it.
ReplyDeleteMy first memory is of trying to guess the sex of the baby in my mom's tummy - turned out to be a sister! I was three at the time.
ReplyDeleteI love your photo and this idea of posting about this.
That is gorgeous and what a great photo.
ReplyDeleteLove the picture. So cute!!!
ReplyDeleteMy first memory is of a storm. I was about 1 (I could already walk) and I was sitting on my dad`s lap in the sunroom (hey it was the 80s!) watching the lightening light up the sky and illuminate the mango tree in our backyard.
I remember the room lighting up everytime lightening hit...
I have loved storms ever since.
My first really vivid memory is going on a rollercoaster. We lived in Dubai at the time, I remember it well because I had to choose between sitting with my mum or dad. I chose my dad cos I thought he'd hold on to me tighter. I was three.
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