I spoke to my Mum earlier tonight. She lives half a country away and our relationship seems at it's best when I have the availability of hanging up on her at any given chance should the need ever arise. Not that I've done that in the two years I've lived out of home. I tried once, but that was after a period of time when I'd been back to the 'Dale
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I really have no idea what mine is - because there's things I think are memories but they couldn't possibily be, as I would have been to young - just think they've been superimposed onto my brain. Like, I outed my brother for smoking one day. Apparently I started talking very young, and haven't shut up since but... my mam was upstairs and she smelt smoke so she came down. I was in the sittingroom with my brother, who was 13 - which would make me 2 so this can't be a memory - and mam asked who had been smoking, he shrugged and I [little shit that I was] said, "Keith was smoking." Apparently mam was laughing so hard at the look on my brothers face and his sluttered responce of "when did she start talking?" that she couldn't give out to him... But there's no way it's a memory, I've just heard it so often that I think it is...
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If you've got any sort of memory of that, that's still an amazing story! Ha!
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