My Earliest Memories

My Earliest Memories

My earliest memory doesn't stretch very far back. I know all the

details of my birth and the hospital I was born in (Neath General),

but of course not from memory! All these details have been hammered in

by my parents. Now then lets see if I can rummage into the deepest

corners of my memory and retrieve some fragments of lost information!

The first thing that I can remember from my childhood is visiting

Margam Park with my father. I must have been around the ages of two or

three, as my younger brother was not yet born. I can remember the day

quite clearly, as we often took this exciting day out, as it seemed to

me! I remember my father telling me to wave my mother goodbye as she

made her daily visit to a thing she called 'work'. I remember toddling

through fairytale land and marvelling at all the fairytale creatures

and their homes. I can also remember feeding the ducks in the lake. I

can recall being quite scared as they all came crowding around me,

hungry for a tasty morsel to eat!

Not long after this chapter of my life another one opened. My younger

brother Sean was born. Instead of now being the focus of my parent's

attention, they had another baby to care for. So I made my brother the

focus of my attention as well. I tried to be really helpful and

protective to this little 'thing' my parents cared for so much. I

helped at bath times and protectively stood in front of his pram if a

strange visitor arrived. What a pity that, that little 'thing' turned

out to be such a terror!

When I was about three years old I can remember a women coming to

survey the roof of our house. I remember being quite excited at this,

as the women was one of those executive types with a clipboard and

calculator. My mother tells me I followed her all around the house

with the TV remote in my hand, making calculations and basically