Month: August 2013

Sitting in the back of my Dad’s car.
Feeling sick.
I think maybe we were heading off on holiday.
The car had vinyl seats, so that was probably when I was 4.

Submitted by J.J.

I was between one year-old and 2 or 3 years old, when my Mum and Dad were pushing me along in my pram.
They were talking to each other, and I can almost remember what they were talking about.
Anyway, it started to rain, and I remember seeing mum putting a plastic cover over the pram and thinking, ‘Wow, this is so cool! The rain’s not landing on me!’
And I remember feeling safe and secure inside the plastic cover, as if it were a force field.

Submitted anonymously.

I must of been around 2.
I was locked in my bedroom from the outside with one of them chain-type locks; I can remember needing a poo really badly, so I opened my door
enough to see through the gap and I could see my mum bending over the bath washing her hair.
I remember calling out to her ‘mum I need a poo’ or something along that line.
Anyway, she just kept telling me to do it in my nappy, and after about 5 minutes (felt like forever) and still locked in my room I just shat myself and cried.
Pretty bad first memory 🙁

Submitted by Matt C.