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Feb 2021
1:20pm, 15 Feb 2021
2,990 posts
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Fellrunning
I can remember someone having an epileptic fit at my Aunt and Uncles house when I was probably about 5. I remember how frightening it was.
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Feb 2021
1:28pm, 15 Feb 2021
57,564 posts
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Diogenes
I was born the same year as Ness. I remember the second house we moved to when I was 2.5, but only selected memories. I also have a memory of my Mum taking me in to where she used to work, but I've no idea how old I was then, but couldn't be more than 2.
Then we moved again when I was three and my main memory of our time in that house was when I got hit on the forehead by a swing and had to go to hospital for 3 stitches. This was in the spring so I was only just three. I can remember my thought processes clearly, there was a girl on the swing and I thought I'd get on their with her. I put my hands out to grab the seat as it moved forward and it hit me. It was a Sunday afternoon and my Mum and Dad were at the kitchen window washing and drying up. I can remember laying on the ground looking up at their shocked parents' faces. I remember the hospital room clearly, although I don't expect it was quite as large as it seemed to me in my memory.
We'd moved a couple more times by 1972. Things are clear from then on. In terms of current affairs, I remember the escalating issues in Ulster well, 72 minors strike, the oil crisis with the 3 day week and power cuts, no candles, no fuel in the petrol stations. I've think I've always been the sort of person who ties up events and years and builds up connections in my brain.
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Feb 2021
2:27pm, 15 Feb 2021
20,339 posts
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DeeGee
I spent the first four and a half years of my life in Crawley, then moved away in 1980 and never had any reason to return, apart from just before Christmas when I was making a welfare visit to my parents and Crawley was the closest I could book a hotel.
After seeing my parents I returned to my hotel and then spent the afternoon wandering around the neighbourhood where I used to live and the park where I used to play, which brought back a good number of lovely memories, but which I'd have had real difficulty recalling without such a memory boost. It also reconfirmed that my dad and grandad were mental letting me ride a bike down the hill I rode down when I ended up in hospital with stitches in my chin.
I remember little bits about the house where I lived at that time, there was a lean-to sun-lounge, the bathroom was downstairs and there was a bit of garden behind the garage where we grew runner-beans, and there was a decorative screen wall up one side of the garden that I used to climb up and talk to the neighbours. Obviously, there's no chance of me seeing the inside of the house again (unless it just happens to go on the market)
It was certainly a pleasant experience reliving that time of my life. I don't have quite the same memory lack of the house we moved to after that, because that's where my parents still live.
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Feb 2021
2:47pm, 15 Feb 2021
38,246 posts
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Nellers
I remember playing with a toy farm and the offcut of brown corduroy that my mum had given me to be a ploughed field, and I can only have been nursery or very early infant school age then. It's the texture of that fabric that gets me.
Like a lot of you I "remember" things which were family stories mixed with real events. I know when I was "tiny" (that's the word mum always used to describe me) my grandad was carrying me up the concrete steps from the beach at Mundesley beside the Ship Inn and slipped. He was so worried about dropping "the baby" that he managed to turn himself as he fell and really hurt his side and his back.
We holidayed in Mundesley throughout my childhood and again when my kids were small so i have lots of memories of coming up those steps and I can vividly see Grandad falling, but I'm not seeing it happen from the point of view of the child he's carrying.
I do remember arguing with another boy (Christopher Richardson) that Batman drove the Batmobile, NOT the Batman Car! I was a geek even then!
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Feb 2021
2:50pm, 15 Feb 2021
28,623 posts
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macca 53
My dad died when I was 18 months old and I have absolutely no memory of him. My first memory is of getting my head stuck under a sideboard and getting a bit panicky - probably aged 3 or 4.
I remember my first day at primary school and then both of the ladies who looked after me when my mum was at work. One fed me with very strong and sweet tea and sandwiches and the other who was married to anItalian fed me on “proper” spaghetti (I.e. not the stuff from a tin) tossed in butter and cheese.
I remember my mum taking me to watch a political hustings by Jo Grimond from the back of a flat bed lorry in the early 60s and getting separated from her on our local (very big) market and being taken to the market manager’s office to wait for her.
After that (about 1962/3) most things are fairly clear.....
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Feb 2021
2:52pm, 15 Feb 2021
23,148 posts
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EvilPixie
loving hearing these memories 
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Feb 2021
5:12pm, 15 Feb 2021
14,356 posts
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MarkyMarkMark (3M)
Oh yes - the "Winter of Discontent" when we had power cuts.....
Candles, and a VHS Radio listening to the police channel because the TV was off. (I suspect it was illegal, even then! Looking back, that fits about so much with my Dad.... )
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