The smell of engine oil and grease.
My Dad used to take apart his pride a joy, a Triumph motorcycle, in our
lounge room.
Mom used to go mad, of course.
I was always playing with the bolts and nuts and losing them, which meant the engine stayed in bits longer than it should have.
Submitted by Trey L.
4 years old.
Walked down the stairs and then into the front room.
Mom’s on the floor.
There’s blood around her.
The carpet’s wet with it.
Nothing else registers with me.
I kind of shut down.
My little brother was born early.
My mom had been trying to get out to the car to get to the hospital and never made it there.
Everyone’s healthy.
Carpet’s stained.
Submitted by Crystal.
Handfuls of cat food.
I remember squishing it between my fingers.
Aged 3.
Ish.
Submitted by Elaine Trynter.
Being in Guyana at the age of 3 and running into the garden away from my mother who was trying to give me mosquito medicine.
Submitted by Maria Shani, an art student living in Manchester. Follow her Tumblr here: Maria Shani
When I was in kindergarden I used to say i felt sick so I could go home.
Submitted anonymously.
Faking being sick so I could stay home to watch TV programme, Neighbours.
I’m so embarrassed by this!
I would have been coming up to 10 years old.
Submitted anonymously.
Falling off my bed and splitting my lip on a chest of drawers.
I would guess at being five or six years old.
The scar is visible if I shave off my moustache.
Submitted by J. Higer.