My earliest memory sitting on the back garden of a little girl house just up the road from where we moved in Swansea and I remember the weather being hot sunny basically playing in a paddle pool an orangey red colour not really full of water just remembering being happy to be with somebody you gone well with and she was a little girl she had blonde hair but also a pair of glasses with a patch over her eye not entirely sure how old I was but I guess around three and that memory just sticks because it was sunny warm hot and it was just a nice time spending with a girl you went really well with and that’s it the other thing I can remember the grass was quiet yellow so it was hot for quiet long time.
I recall my uncle that visiting us and he brought a toy car for me for have a going and he painted bright blue and it had working light on it it was a pedal car made of tin it was about 1940 and I was left upstairs with the car and it was quiet natural for me to try and drive it down the stairs and it is what I did I remember to have toll roll crate and that was the end of it, my mother was there my father was in the army and my mother came terrified but that it was the stupid of my early youth nothing has change much.
One of my earliest memories was in my old house. The house I grow up in and I was with my cousin Nicky we took all the blankets off the beds and on the top of the stairs we wrapped really tightly as we were in a rollercoaster and we practiced we got every perfectly right how you do it and shoot us downstairs as fastest as you could be have done and that it is the earliest memory
Mine it is not happy memory, I was about three years old I think and I was sat on the brown leather sofa in the living room of my home, this was about back mid nighties eighties where everything was brown and I had a white t-shirt with a picture of two strips on green and one yellow and sat with my little brother that is two years younger and yeah I remember my father holding my mother against the wall struggling her until she is almost dead and that it is my earliest memory, sitting there and not wondering or not realising what was going on. I can’t remember much now.
I think my first visual memory is of looking out of the window in a large terrace building in London, we live in London in my earliest I think I must be two or three and it was cold and there was snow and that it is one of my first memories and I think when my dad came home I was quiet excited to see him so I rush after him he was a heavy smoker at the time and his cigarette caught my eye. I think it is what I remember the cigarette and the snow outside on the ground. And that it is.