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My earliest visual memory it is really clearly and precise one the age I was at it is 4 possibly 3 I am in the back garden of my parents house in Blackpool in Lancashire in England I remember standing by a rose bush hurting my thump on the sharp thorn of the branch I was having the photograph taking by my father by the time…. Full stop.
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So there is a carpet on the floor which is a plaque carpet and it has raw trucks on it along with strangely 3 dimensionally drawn buildings with the perspective is slightly off because they were drawn as there were view from different angles, and there is a number of toys scattered across the carpet one of them it is a plastic spaceship and it is the hand stereo typical UFO spaceship is cylindrical but flat almost like a fried pan kind ship and it is yellow and white and underneath the ship a door vessel drops down it has kind of stair structure that also it is yellow and there is also a fire truck on the carpet…. That’s it.
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I am three or four. We’re living in North Carolina and on holiday with my mum’s family. It’s hot, the sand is completely white and my sister who is about one is gulping it dark line sugar. The picnic blanket has red in it. My parents notice my sister’s new sand obsession and begin to fuss. A day from somewhere on the parched out beach wonders over and starts sniffing. The dog is massive and dripping saliva. It barks at me. Blind panic. I ran. I just run across the beach in and out a f of having and sun burnt feet. I run because something snapped in me; because now I have started I can’t stop: because the sand is burning my feet, because if I stop I will be totally lost in a crowd of strangers. I run+run fast.
Suddenly, hands grab me. I stop … I don’t know what she’s saying, I don’t want her touching me. The sand burns my feet. I want to keep running.
Then behind me is my mum, red and sweating. And then everything is all right again.
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I had been to some kind of family farm with my preschool. I don\t remember much of the day. We saw some eggs and felt how warm they were. I couldn’t believe they’d come from a chicken. But this all blurb and makes my first clear memory all the more powerful, a strong indication of the stubborn character this four year old brat would grow into!.
We’d all been given a badge on the way home, a generous little gift all colourful plus with the name of the farm on it. I was given a pig which, for some reason really upset me. As soon as we got off the bus ran up to the leader and demanded something a little less offensive. I wish my first memory was me giving a daisy chain to a loved one but unfortunately this dramatic episode it is.
I think I got a horse in the end, but I am not sure. Sadly, despite my scene, the badge is now lost.
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I think the first memory was my first year a primary school. Where I had a project I was supposed to make musical instruments of cardboard boxes. But I completely forgot I had to bring materials to do it. So the night before, I said my dad and next morning by magic he made me a musical instrument out cardboard. A guitar!!! Which it was fantastic. Specificly I remember that because my dad was always very very good with his hands … so he was massive inspiration for me that he was good with his hands that could make anything for me. That’s what I always remember it is him … taking me to school that morning with this amazing guitar made out cardboard boxes….. I think that is the first memory I can remember.
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