Mine was watching euro 2000 on TV when I was about 7

I remember riding a trike in the playground at nursery, falling off into a pile of mud and bursting into tears.

My old man dropping house bricks on to rats in the back yard of our then house in Coop Street, Astley Bridge.

A family friend breast fed each of her 3 kids until they were 3 years old. I always thought that she was some sort of supermum but now it all feels a bit perverted, they have teeth at 6 months ffs so it must hurt when they have a good chew

 

My lads nearly 10 month and she feeds twice a day on't  breast.

 

He's going through a biting stage at minute.  I sympathise with his urge if I'm honest

 

She's not a fan . . .

Edited June 24, 20178 yr by madthatter

Swimming really fast

We're you in a race with a couple of million other not-quite-so-fast swimmers?

My earliest memory was escaping from my cot by sliding down between the bars and the wall.

My first day at school. A big boy called Timothy drew in ink on my leg and told me is probably fire of blood poisoning. I'd have been four and was just put on a regular bus, the 53 to Affetside, with just my 6 year old brother to look after me.

Imagine that happening these days.

I remember when we lived just off Market street in Farnworth,my mom saying to me we're not using the pram today. My first day walking outside. I have memories which I think are earlier though.

I remember when we lived just off Market street in Farnworth,my mom saying to me we're not using the pram today. My first day walking outside.

 

 

At 15, you'd have been difficult to push!

I was sixteen.That's funny!

Seriously though,It was an old house,I think even pre Dickens. It had the toilet built in the

backyard. Very nice memories. Bolton forever!

Watching the train go down the pier at Southport beach. Guessing I was about 3

Due to arrive in half an hour.

That's Northern Rail for you.