I was standing in the kitchen at about 18 months old.
I had shit myself and my Mum saying 'Don't worry, just warn me next time' or something along those lines.
A little after this, My sister was born.
My Mum used to sit down at lunch time with me and my sister and we watched I think ' Watch with Mother'. Mum would breast feed my sister and she used to squirt her milk at me, when I got inquisitive, about what was going on.
I remember that milk was delivered by a man, horse and cart, with Urns of milk on the cart.
Dagenham at this time was new'ish ( 1959, I think the houses were built from 1947 ) , but still was quiet and there was little danger, as there were few cars around.
However, the bread was delivered on an electric trolley in slightly later years. I was about 4 years old and pre-school and I found out how it worked, with a lever on the handle and I started it, but couldn't stop.
I had the lady delivering the bread and my Mum chasing us down the road, screaming for me to let go and stop. Of course the lady caught me and stopped the trolley.
These are my first memories!
I had shit myself and my Mum saying 'Don't worry, just warn me next time' or something along those lines.
A little after this, My sister was born.
My Mum used to sit down at lunch time with me and my sister and we watched I think ' Watch with Mother'. Mum would breast feed my sister and she used to squirt her milk at me, when I got inquisitive, about what was going on.
I remember that milk was delivered by a man, horse and cart, with Urns of milk on the cart.
Dagenham at this time was new'ish ( 1959, I think the houses were built from 1947 ) , but still was quiet and there was little danger, as there were few cars around.
However, the bread was delivered on an electric trolley in slightly later years. I was about 4 years old and pre-school and I found out how it worked, with a lever on the handle and I started it, but couldn't stop.
I had the lady delivering the bread and my Mum chasing us down the road, screaming for me to let go and stop. Of course the lady caught me and stopped the trolley.
These are my first memories!
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