Paddywhack Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 12 minutes ago, mjmooney said: For years I assumed I must have been about three when it happened, but I checked with my parents and they were able to date it exactly, to the summer of 1955 - which means I was about 18 months old. My parents were able to roughly date my earliest memory too. I remember being put in my dad's gold Ford Granada which he sold late 1988, meaning I was about 18 months - 20 months. I'd assumed I was about 3 too. It's a boring earliest memory, but I can still remember the smell of the car.
ccfcman Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 16 minutes ago, Paddywhack said: My parents were able to roughly date my earliest memory too. I remember being put in my dad's gold Ford Granada which he sold late 1988, meaning I was about 18 months - 20 months. I'd assumed I was about 3 too. It's a boring earliest memory, but I can still remember the smell of the car. Have a similar thing for my Dad's old Rover 214. It's an odd one but smell is a sense that really does stick with us. Madder still is humans cannot recall pain, or at least, physical pain.
mjmooney Posted June 20, 2016 VT Supporter Posted June 20, 2016 12 minutes ago, ccfcman said: Have a similar thing for my Dad's old Rover 214. It's an odd one but smell is a sense that really does stick with us. Madder still is humans cannot recall pain, or at least, physical pain. Dunno if I agree with this. I recognise a smell (or a taste) if I experience it again, but otherwise I can only remember it in the most abstract way. I would say that memory of pain is exactly the same. 1
chrisp65 Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 18 minutes ago, ccfcman said: humans cannot recall pain, or at least, physical pain. dogs can't look up If you need me to recall and describe the pain of a kidney infection back in 1990, I have a pretty good recollection of that. Still makes me wince thinking about it. I actually thought for a second, as I hit the pavement, that I'd been stabbed.
Ingram85 Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 1 hour ago, dAVe80 said: I went long before Pirate Adventure was there, but I do remember when that opened. We used to go to Drayton Manor at least two or three times a year, as my Grandparents lived failry near.
sharkyvilla Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 My earliest memory is my Mum smacking me as I was having a tantrum because I didn't want to wear a yellow polo shirt at playschool. I've had a bit of a weird phobia of polo shirts ever since.
mjmooney Posted June 20, 2016 VT Supporter Posted June 20, 2016 (edited) First day at school. My mum breathed a sigh of relief because (unlike some of the other kids) I was OK about it, no tears or nerves. And it was OK, I quite enjoyed it - made a change, passed the time. It was only on Day Two that it dawned on me that I had to go again - and keep going, day after day, for YEARS into the future, that I went off the idea, and kicked off about it. Edited June 20, 2016 by mjmooney
Xela Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 I remember my first day at school. Its was a prep school. I was 3 years 3 months old. I cried the whole day. I remember my Mom was scared of the headmistress, Mrs Bryant and even after I left and the school closed, my Mom was reluctant to walk down the road where the school was (Silver Birch Road in Erdington) in case she saw her (the school was basically a house and the headmistress lived there - 2 classrooms were at the back and the school probably taught 30 kids in total).
krisagg75 Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 i remember hearing on the radio that bruce rioch had left us for derby,was about 6 i think.i was distraught.
mjmooney Posted June 20, 2016 VT Supporter Posted June 20, 2016 13 minutes ago, krisagg75 said: i remember hearing on the radio that bruce rioch had left us for derby,was about 6 i think.i was distraught. Yeah, that was a pisser all right. I couldn't understand why anybody would want to leave the Villa. 2
rjw63 Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 White dog shit. Porno mags in the woods. T Bar, Aztec, Swisskit all for about 8 pence. Orange Chopper bike. Wanting Brian Little hair. Newts and frogs in a baby bath in the garden. Long Life beer, underage drinking FTW. Gaynor Goodman on Page 3. 9 weeks summer holiday from school (it obviously wasn't). 1
lapal_fan Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 First day of school, I remember lining up on the playground into our year groups, obviously as tykes we were all scattered around not knowing, and then one of my year group was running around near the front of the school, and fell face first into a wall which jutted out 90 degrees from the rest of the school, it was probably only 4/5 brick lengths, but there was blood everywhere. Also remember the first kid in our school whose parents got divorced, that seemed like mega important and sad news, I'd have been in year 4 (so I was 8) at the time. Remember a coach trip to see the Mary Rose in year 6, and my brother kindly let me have his old cassette player, which had Be Here Now tape in it. So on the way back there was me (publicly quite introverted) singing at the top of my lungs "Don't Go Away" - must have seemed like a right little xfactor divot to the teachers. On the way there a friend and I were doing Beavis and Butthead impressions, and I kept flicking open the disused cigarette tray open and closed. needless to say, my Beavis and Butthead impressions were the best. This is a good thread maaaan.
choffer Posted June 20, 2016 VT Supporter Posted June 20, 2016 I remember the day we moved to Birmingham. I must've been just shy of 3. Our next door neighbours invited us in for a cup of tea and a malted milk. I remember liking them instantly.
Xela Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 My Dad's old bottle green Morris Marina estate. As a family we used do drive to the Isle of Wight. I was always car sick and chucked up in it every time. Thank god for the chocolate brown vinyl seats. I remember my Dad trading it in for a beige Ford Granada at Bristol St Motors in Brum. He was sold on the electric sun roof. During one unfortunate incident the sun roof broke and wouldn't close... which was then followed by a torrential downpour. I was in the back fairly dry, but my Dad, driving, was absolutely drenched while stuck in traffic in the city centre! it was the first time I heard certain swear words. 1
sharkyvilla Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 I remember when my brother and I went off to football training once and he had his football boots hanging from his handle bars, until they got caught in the spokes of his wheel and he fell off and cut his penis badly. 2
Xela Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 Flicking through the foreign channels on the old analogue sky boxes to see some late night tits and fanny. All the films were from the 70's and RTL was one of the channels. Not technically a childhood memory as I was about 12/13 but still... 1
Risso Posted June 20, 2016 Posted June 20, 2016 14 hours ago, AVFC_Hitz said: Holidays in Wales and basically living in Milk bars. *Sigh* This. We'd set off for Barmouth, and stop in the Milk Bar in Welshpool. Then we'd get to Barmouth, and have tea in the Milk Bar there. I loved Milk Bars, they were just a symbol of happier times as kids. I'd normally have beans on toast and a frothy chocolate milkshake. Which I'd then normally puke up a few miles later in the back of my dad's Rover or other shit 70s car.
Risso Posted June 21, 2016 Posted June 21, 2016 44 minutes ago, Paddywhack said: What the hell is a milk bar? They were a chain of cafes mostly around Wales, which growing up in the 70s was where lots of people went on holiday. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-mid-wales-12038590 "One Milk Bar left"
snowychap Posted June 21, 2016 Posted June 21, 2016 10 hours ago, rjw63 said: 9 weeks summer holiday from school (it obviously wasn't). It was for some of us!
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