What a great memory! Mine's from around three or four - of being taken to playgroup in a big London Taxi. Not something you saw in our area seeing we were 200+ miles from London.
So sweet. I can imagine my dad doing that with me too. My earliest memory that seems to come to mind was just a day in the summer so I might have been three or so and I was standing under the clothes lines as my mother hung the clothes out to dry. I don't remember any emotion, just watching and being in the breeze.
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My earliest memory that seems to come to mind was just a day in the summer so I might have been three or so and I was standing under the clothes lines as my mother hung the clothes out to dry. I don't remember any emotion, just watching and being in the breeze.
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