I sometimes wonder if my memories are really memories or do I remember things just because I have seen photos of them… I have recent memories… like memories of the day I got married, the days my boys were born… but when I try to think of the earliest memory I have, I have a few!
I remember bits and pieces of a trip we took to Tunisia when I was 3 or so. I remember the camels, snake charmers and eating cous cous. I also remember the flight there. It was winter in Tunisia but to us it was still very warm.
I can remember the street we lived on when I was 3. I remember the friends I had, and the things we used to get up to. I was never allowed past a certain light post on the street…. that was the furthest I could go… and we had gooseberry bushes in our garden that my mum would harvest the fruit from. There was an old woman who lived across the street called Doreen and she used to let me come over and eat slices of apple dipped into the sugar bowl. Yum! I also had a friend across the street called Natasha and we once watched Dirty Dancing. Whoops.
Once the house a couple of doors down went on fire and we were all evacuated onto the street. Apparently it had started because of a row between the husband and wife. I remember standing on the street in my nightie with all my other neighbours.
I also once cut my own fringe, the day before we were to have photos taken at school. It went totally lopsided.