I recall vividly the eureka moment - at the age of 4 in the kitchen of our home in Manchester - when I realized [and, from that moment on, knew] the difference between left and right.
@fmfsaid I recall vividly the eureka moment - at the age of 4 in the kitchen of our home in Manchester - when I realized [and, from that moment on, knew] the difference between left and right.
That was the same kitchen where there happened the one and only occasion in my life upon which I ate catfood from a tin.
Laying in the hammock, in the upper screened in porch of our "cottage", watching a rain storm race it's way up the lake towards us and then the sound of the rain, pounding on the metal roof.
A residential week of dinghy sailing at Burnham-on-crouch sleeping in a converted WW2 torpedo boat. Exhilarating. Communal spirit. Magical. Returned the following year for more of the same. Bitterly disappointed. Different people. Some different trainers. Not magical.
@divegeestersaid What are your strongest memories from childhood, with a little background if you are happy to share?
Growing up as a child 60 yrs ago in a small village, with no electricity, all wooden houses, stone roads, lots of fruit trees and playing fields, lots of bird, butterflies, bats, the smell of food cooking on wood fires, millions of stars in the sky that you cannot see now. Technology removed most of that.
My very earliest and also most vivid childhood memory is of being held in my mother’s arms watching a tornado rip the roofs off of houses one street over. The entire sky goes dark when you’re that close to a tornado; the characteristic funnel shape is apparent only when you’re farther away. There was a deafening roaring sound, and a distinctive popping/tearing sound as wood shingled roofs were sucked off of their supports. Dallas TX, ca. 1957.
My very earliest and also most vivid childhood memory is of being held in my mother’s arms watching a tornado rip the roofs off of houses one street over. The entire sky goes dark when you’re that close to a tornado; the characteristic funnel shape is apparent only when you’re farther away. There was a deafening roaring sound, and a distinctive popping/tearing sound as wood shingled roofs were sucked off of their supports. Dallas TX, ca. 1957.
I remember being astounded when I first read Laurie Lee's Cider With Rosie when I was eleven years old. It seemed to be exactly about me between the ages of 5 and 10.
I remember reading Enid Blyton's books about five children Larry, Fatty, Pip, Daisy, Bets and Buster, Fatty's dog, encountering a mystery almost every school holiday, always solving the puzzle before Mr Goon, the unpleasant village policeman. The book covers were in different colours and they were easy to find in the school library.
Football cards with a strip of pink bubble gum.
The original Batman.
Making up a chess set of slightly different sized wooden pieces and the odd plastic one to play a game at school.
Childhood memories
11 May '21 08:28
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