My earliest memory must have been when I was around 2 years old. My mum can’t beleive I can remember it but I can really clearly!
Me mum and dad went on holiday to Dorset (I think) and where staying in a caravan holiday park. I remember seeing all the caravans and a big green field. But, here’s the bit I remember the most, in the middle of the field was a childs playpark. The playpark was…. Shaped like dinosaurs! Ahh! Like the slide was a massive brachiasaurous type thing. Well I thought it was massive but there is every chance it was tiny! I remember that playpark so much it’s weird!!
Then I went swimming… And that’s all I remember. It’s a hazy memory, but that little dinosaur playpark will always have a place in my heart… Sigh.
I suck in a massive way. But I am afraid that I couldn’t write either of my posts last week as we were in the middle of nowhere in the French countryside.. so what’s my forfeit to be?
Anyway, let’s get down to this.
My earliest memory involves a potty, so hey let’s not go there. My second earliest memory is this: (setting the scene)
Picture; a small house in Swansea on a dark night, little me in yellow lily-of-the-valley pyjamas, angry parents, and a cat on a lead. A recipe for fun yes? Not quite so. My parents had recently taken my cat Idris (honestly) to the vet, and the vet said he shouldn’t be allowed outside on his own for a while. So the ‘rents had the bright idea of getting him a lovely fluorescent orange lead, so he could smell the fresh Welsh air but still be controlled (ahem). On said night, the ‘rents took Idris out in the garden for his premiere promenade, and needless to say, within five seconds all hell broke loose. Idris, like the wild tabby cat he was, broke free from the lead and made a dash for freedom into a hedge. Then followed a large amount of swearing, spitting and clawing, and my little self was hurried off to bed.
So you can see I had a good, sane start in life 🙂