Sunday, February 26, 2006

Those pronouncements had such weight, I guess they made us hesitate.............hesitate

Speaking of Mummy Trunks. My earliest memory in life (feel free to tell me yours).

I'm at home in the hall way. Mum shouts down 'Mrrfffle, mmmffl mrpah mummph?'. Being a young Trunkster translation of this is beyond me. Thinking fast I go thorough my limited vocabularly searching for a possible answer and come up with 'yes'.

Mummy Trunks comes stomping down the stairs and give me a good slapping.

To this day I am unaware of my crime. Or even if it was me.
BUT' spare the lash spoil the child'

3 Comments:

Blogger Nat said...

Earliest memory is when I had convinced my next door neighbour to run away to the park with me. We were both three or four years old. The swings were terribly exciting back then! I think the year after I attempted to cut her fringe....resulting in a school photo that her mum has never forgiven me for!

Ooh, there was the time when my ma was gossiping at the top of the slope of an underpass and LET go of the pram my baby brother was in. He rolled all the way down to the bottom with a big grin on his face. Sparkle went racing after him with a look of horror on her face!

My wonder woman costume was quite memorable too. I had red boots, a cape, a rope and everything! I would practise throwing the rope around all the boys.

....not much has changed in the last 25 years!

1:22 PM  
Blogger Holly said...

My earliest memory is when we lived in a flat on the Hoe and sleeping with my baby sister in her cot. I used to go to bed and get in with her coz she was cosy and warm oh and she looked soo cute in her all in one, I think I must have been about 4 but I do remember my mum used to put me back in my own bed when she went to bed...but I always woke back up in the cot in the morning!

Oh, I remember running through the flat when I was real young and not being able to stop quick enough and then bang my forehead on the corner of a wall - I remember the blood and being taken to hospital for stitches!!

I remember that when I was staying at my nans for a weekend I had terrible cough so I had some cough medicine and my nan went to give me some but it made me worse and my throat felt like it was on fire. My nan didnt put her glasses on to check the bottle and when she did she realised she had given me her dogs shampoo!!! She thought that gicing me this chocolate sweet would make it better but it didnt so she had to take me hospital, just as well she did coz apparently the shampoo could have burnt my insides!! nice, I didnt think she ever liked me!!

3:29 PM  
Blogger stig said...

My earliest memory is (I think) my family piling into my mothers Ford Taurus (Mondeo) and going next door to buy a Cheistmas tree (yes I live next too a tree farm). I was maybe 3 or 4 years old and very exited. We drove over and my brother pulled me around in a green plastic sled for like an hour, until we were walking down a hill. I in the sled passed him and he was leaning (for whatever reason I don't know) and pulled him down into the snow. He let go of the rope and i continiued down the hill until (inevitably) I hit a tree. I don't remember anythin after that. Odd.

1:40 AM  

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