| Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane |
[Feb. 12th, 2009|10:58 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
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What is your earliest childhood memory?
Most of my early memories seem to involve my dad and some kind of peril:
1. We were out for a walk at Wayoh Reservoir and he managed to get caught in quicksand. I don't remember the incident, but I remember lots of running around and panicking going on.
2. On holiday in France, he was crossing the road between two parked cars, and one of them started moving, until he banged on the bonnet with about a millimetre spare.
3. On holiday in Spain we got a parking ticket, which he promptly screwed up and threw away because he'd been told by a policeman that we were allowed to park there. Someone then made a joke about the Spanish police having guns, which I took at face value being only about three years old.
Others:
1. When I was about three or four, I was playing with my sister and my cousin in our front garden, and I idly wondered aloud what would happen if I threw "this stone" [half a paving slab] at the front window. Not being parents themselves, they just shouted "No, don't do that!" so I, erm, did it. What happens is that your dad shouts at you for ages.
2. I remember watching the Doctor Who story Genesis of the Daleks, specifically a bit where the Doctor stretches his hand out to reach for a piece of wire, and gets shot at.
And, while I'm jumping on bandwagons:
Get your own valentinr |
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