Why did we think it was a good idea to put a man on the moon, BEFORE discovering a cure for the common cold?!
I had another post all ready to go but then Kirsty sucked me in by asking us to CONFESS about our earliest memory and I just couldn’t resist. (That’s two weeks in a row I’ve stayed on topic peoples! Are you jealous of my awesomeness?!)
It was July 1969 and I was just 2 1/2 and exceedingly pinged off because PLAY SCHOOL WASN’T ON.
Instead, my mother and her best friend from across the road, were glued to the TV watching some stupid moon landing. What the!!!!!
It’s the earliest memory I can pin a date on. I also remember photos being taken where I am holding my new baby sister (it must have been around the same time, as she was born in April 1969), but I’m not sure if I’m remembering the actual event – or just the photos.
Hubster says he can remember being in his cot! Although this may not be as amazing as it sounds. You see, he was the youngest child in his family so there was no urgency to move him into a “big boy’s bed”. He could have been 5 for all we know!
Mr Almost 19 also blew me away a few years back, as we drove past the Thornlands Dance Palais (community hall).
Out of the blue he said, “Mum, did we ever go there? I remember sitting on a rug and playing musical instruments”. He was right – I used to take him to a playgroup there but stopped going when I fell pregnant with Miss 16, as the morning sickness really knocked me around. So he would have been not quite two years old!
Miss 16 isn’t sure what her earliest memory is, but she does have a very clear recollection of her 2nd birthday party – where we had a picnic with family at a park at Wynnum. Miss 16 says she was “totally humiliated” when we lifted up her skirt to admire the new Pooh Bear knickers she was wearing (they’d been a birthday present from one of her aunties). Oh dear – I hope we haven’t scarred her for life!
One thing I am a bit annoyed about is that neither of our children remembered that we read to them every night before bed, right up til school age. Here I was thinking we deserved a parent of the year award – and they don’t even remember! What the!!!! So if your children are small, I guess the moral of the story is don’t sweat the small stuff – chances are your kids won’t remember anyway …