Recall a childhood memory...

[Fayshun]

I remember a toy my Nan (or was it my Gran?) got for my sister when she was little. It was a white octopus made of wool. (Odd thing to give a baby!). I picked a packet of marbles to take her as a present for being born. Well it's what I would have wanted.

For my 4th Birthday I got a mahoosive green combine harvester with yellow blades. And it had a swing out arm thing like they do. It was ace.

Silver Jubilee year, Mum and Dad went mad decorating the shop in red, white and blue. They both wore boaters with Union Flag ribbon round the brim and Silver Jubilee aprons. They made me an apron out of a teatowel. I sat next to Stuart Wilson at the Jubilee Jamboree and had a strawberry ice pop.

[TinkerBell]

I remember when I was really young, maybe 3 or 4. I was playing at the end of my garden and I heard someone at the back gate, didn't know who, can't even remember what he was saying just remembering being terrified. The guy must have been drunk or something and was trying to get over the fence and he only had one arm and he had big hair. Ran into the house screaming. That is all I remember, isn't the best!

[Snuggle Ferret]

1. Setting the curtains alight with my little toy mop. I stuck it through the safety grate into the open fire.
2. Shaving myself with my Dad's razor and ending up bleeding all over the place.
3. Cracking my head open after falling off the swing.
4. Being smacked in the face by a golf club.

[Tak]

I should have so many...I just can't think of any right now :/

[Gnat]

One of my most vivid memories from being a child, is going to manchester royal eye hospital to have my lazy eye corrected.
I can remember having something put on my hand, then i remember going into a room with my mum, and she had a mask and stuff on.

The vivid part i remember is waking up, looking under the sheet, and finding i had paper pants on, when i had gone in in my own. I can STILL feel the horror and how mortified i was that somebody must have done it while i was asleep now when i think of it lol. Its funny the things that bother you when you are three, I wasnt at all bothered about having something done to my eye, all I cared about was that someone must have seen my bottom while i was asleep

Today i went into hospital, and when i got there, on the bed was a gown... and a packet of paper pants. It reminded me of that

[Darrin]

I honestly don't remember what age I was, but I do remember looking up from the gourney at the lights passing by as I'm wheeled towards surgery.

I don't remember much of the few days before or a couple weeks afterwards. This was the day I got my first two wheeled bicycle. My brother and I immediately went to the hill close to our house and proceeded to race down it. I apparently hit a large rock which stopped the bike dead, but I wasn't so lucky. I went over the handlebars and landed face first on the road, then flipping arse end over teakettle smacking the back of my head on something knocking me out.

96 internal stitches and 135 external stitches later they had put my face back into something resembling human shape. They were so concentrated on stopping the bleeding and removing road shrapnel from my face, they never checked for the broken piece at the back of my skull.

Two weeks later and three trips into a coma I finally woke up. For about an hour. I then blacked out again for another couple days. Rinse and repeat back and forth out of conciousness for five more days before I finally stayed awake.

Apparently the first thing I wanted upon waking was a McDonalds Shamrock shake. They are only around for a short time around St Patrick's day and I was afraid I'd missed them...


The earliest memories I have are of the Warragamba Dam and of skittering down the road in Scotland on the way to school...

[Haly]

Nasty!

[phykell]

Stitches in my eyelid due to a cycling accident. It was obviously a portent of things to come

[Will]

One day, one day the kids from the neighbourhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home, you know why? It was out of respect.

[Will]

I have no recollection of my childhood bar a few photos.

I have vague memories when I go back to France. But out of context and unless people tell me stories I don't actively remember anything. I need a stimulus.