My first memory it is looking out of the window, I know it is my first memory because I know the house I was on it I was looking out of the window of a small house in north wales where I was living between the age of not and just after two and looking through the window and I am looking towards to the other side of the state has been build and it is the house we are going to move into. I feel my mother there and also I am imaging my sister and my father are also there and that my mother is pregnant but that’s because my other sister born when we moved to the other house. The window as view from the sky also and lot of browny orange brick and there is a grey road at the bottom and there is a window that it is like a such window with white frame that could raise up but the window frame is down so there is a white bottom frame across the middle and crouching on something to look at the window and pressed up almost to the glass and I am really excited about the house has been build.
I was on holiday with my family in Cornwall in a caravan park and we were playing some sort of game with the ball, the ball when into big bin or something like that and I went to get it and I fall in the bin I don’t know it just pop up in my head and I haven’t thought about that for a long time and that it is much it
When I was a child, I was born in 1939 I didn’t know about the war but I know about the disturbance that create in my life I know about my sleep was always disturb by running out of the house into the garage-shelter which it was a massive hole it was massive to me at the time corrugated to fair with earth and grass put on top of it we have to jump down deep hole into the shelter and we have benches around the site as we were a large family I supposed we were on of the lucky ones to have a shelter on the garden but all I remember it is the sounds that emanated from outside if we heard aeroplanes more or less scrinchs on the corner and hug each other the terrible noise from overhead of the siren it is the first thing it wake us up and we knew we have to run outside into the garden and we wait and wait and the hour timeless my mum used to tap songs on the corrugated iron with the wedding ring we use to have to guess all the nursery rhythms or songs that she was trying to make us busy and occupied and then the glory of glories it was “all clear” when we were hearing all clear we could go back into our home and come back to bed. I guess it is because I don’t sleep through the night even now.
My memory on holiday with my parents in Rumania. I was about 4 years old at the time. And we were climbing this mountain, I don’t know it is so clear on my mind, I was climbing this mountain and I was getting really thirsty, I was so use to to have soft drinks and so on but Rumania at that time only had fizzy water without sugar on it or alcohol in this remote place we were at that.s my strong memory of going to the mountain to this cabin bar place and not be able to get a soft drink such as vivid memory of this cabin and mountain
The second memory I have I was probably younger I guess I would be younger is of pushing my grandfather on the pushchair down the drive towards the house I could only been less that three years old then so that’s it is a strong image I have , I don’t know if it is a true image or made image I don’t know but certainly I have the image of pushing him down the drive soon after he died so that stuck in my mind very much
Oh my first visual memory! … I don’t know if it is my first visual memory , but I seem to remember one of my earliest visual memories, it was a painting, I thought that it was a painting at the time in my Grandma house, I called her Grandma but for all of us we call her mama, so in mamma’s house there was this painting. I just remember it. Sort of obsessed with it I suppose, I looked at I was always interested and years later I realised that it was not a painting it was actually a cheap sort of reproduction thing, one of those, well actually it became quiet a bit kitsch, quiet cliché accessible thing that you could buy at Woolworths the one she had was the crying boy with the guitar that famously use on the cover of beautiful south album, it was a hit album, she had a couple of them she had the crying boy, the green lady I feel to remember she had a girl with big eyes holding mandolin or something like that . I grow up with this image and when I was a teenager one before I thought I would like to go to art school which actually did, I have tried to painted but in my mind eye I thought it would be absolutely easy as I was so familiar with it . So I tried to painted and it was disastrous it didn’t look like it, it was horrible I only draw it but the drawings were horrible. So use to draw , scroll and draw again and scroll I never get it reproduced it mama has passed away now , I would like that painting but I didn’t get it but funny enough, unconditionally I think I was looking for it and I think I got it on a recycling centre, it is of cap thing peoples drop away without thinking about it when I discovered on the centre it was a real find for me I got it in my house and mean lots to me not my first visual memory but definitely one of the earliest ones.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.