It’s amazing, the things that one can remember.
My daughter says that she can’t recall her childhood like early days.
But I have very vivid memories of things that I did or things that happened when I was younger.
Much younger.
My brother was born when I was 25mths old, and I can recall and still picture the moment in my head where I used a kitchen chair to get him out of the bassinet when he was small.
I got him out and sat in the beanbag with him and I can recall Mum coming to find us!!
I can recall going out to the shops and tipping that same little brother out of his stroller – hmm don’t think I liked him much!
I can also recall picking black currants at my Uncles house in the Derwent Valley.
Also the time that Mum and I went out one night with our neighbour and we had Dad’s blue mini.. It broke down and I can’t recall it ever going again!!
I can also recall the time my little brother thought he was the Incredible Hulk and jumped off the fence into my tent …. hmm my tent was thrown out after that… but I got him back! I put a rock on the swing set to stop it tipping up!! The result was my little brother’s little toe needed medical attention.
I know I ate dog biscuits too!!
I can also remember some storms we had one Christmas afternoon… there was so much water that the gutters were overflowing.
I recall going to hospital and the dr drew on my tummy with his pen when I was riding around the hospital ward on a small bike and I had my yellow pyjamas on!!
So I guess I am pretty lucky that I can recall so much and I have to hope that I never lose those precious memories that I have stored away.
I like to think that I have a very good memory bank.
I hope my children can recall some of the great moments of their childhood.
Memories… something that no one else can see or take away from you – mostly.
