Someone asked me at work today what my earliest memory was. A good question. I couldn't remember where I parked my car two hours earlier, what I had for breakfast, or what day it was yesterday, but I clearly remember my mother changing my nappy.
And before you ask I wasn't 26 at the time but about 1 or 2.
We came home from a shopping trip and she layed me on the floor while she lit the fire. This she did by putting on paper, kindling, coal, and then after she applied the match, a big handful of sugar, which made the flames leap upwards.
She then changed my nappy. Can't remember whether I had done a No1 or a No2 though.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
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