I was about 13 months. Standing in my cot in my mum and fathers room, hands on the bars in the dark. No-one else there. Was it really
Having a bath with my mum and dad or sitting in this big wicker basket chair we had I think. Or even hearing 'wake up it's a beautiful morning' playing on the radio as my dad got ready for work and the sun streaming through my window.
That was 1995, I was 13 and I distinctly remember that song coming out that summer. I'm getting old I remember waking up in my cot, crying, then my mum picking me up and putting me in the big bed. No idea how old I was. Funny thing is, I half-remember the thought process behind it..."if I cry, I get attention and sleep in the big bed". I wasn't even a toddler at that point, barely even crawling I reckon.
Yeah i mine is a sleeping in my cot in my mum and dads room and looking at myself in the big mirror that was in there thats about it wish it was more exciting i think i was just about old enough to stand up but im not sure.
wow, u guys remember stuff from wen u were babys...........i remember, everything from last week and this week, most stuff for the past 3 years.........everything else, i just go on photos. dont remember a thing, it was all such a blur.
No damn idea.. I have a hard time remembering two weeks ago. There's the odd isolated memory but beyond that, who knows.. got no idea of any sort of chronological order
I was at university when that song was around, the Boo Radleys, I still have and even occasionally listen to Giant Steps... scary I remember being in what was probably a pram and having somebody waggle a fluffy sheep at my face. I think and hope I gave them a bemused sideways glance expressing my general disgruntlement and chagrin.
Holding my grandfathers hand while standing next to the couch he was lying on long ways while he was sick. Sun was streaming in the room from the sliding door... I was probably 16 or 17 months old...
I remember being told to do something very important through a letter box, my mum and her friend were pointing and telling me to do something, the more they told me to do it, the more confused I got, I was nearly 2......I'd been locked in the house that my mum was viewing, they were telling me to get the keys from the living room....that wasn't my first memory though. I remember being hit by a skateboarder racing down a hill when I was in my pushchair, I remember being ok until I noticed my mum put my dummy in her pocket.....I wanted that dummy....I remember my mum bollocking the skater as well. I later found out that my mum brought me up without a dummy and that it was actually a dinky feeder which had fallen out of pushchair onto the dirty floor.
My very first memory is of my Grandfather, my Uncle, my Mother, and myself all four riding in what I now know to be a big-ass yellow Cadilac from North Carolina to Texas and I dropped my sippy-cup. No body cared that i had dropped a sippy-cup, but for some reason, I was afraid.
I feel for you...I was gutted about my dinky feeder, I'm glad it's all over Welcome to the forums by the way.
I think one year in the early 90s must have had a BOILING hot summer. I can remember being strapped in the back of my fathers car and crying because the seatbelt was hot and burning, but he yelled if I tried to move it. He had the Beach Boys Fun Fun Fun on and was busy dancing and driving like a maniac
i remember when i was just young enough to crawl, falling backwards out of a window i thought was closed in an italian restaurant. it was on the ground floor about half a foot off the ground. i cried for hours. didnt put me off eating there for the ext 10 years though. nothing earlier than that