Day 13 - What's your earliest memory

31 Day Challenge

What's your earliest memory.

I don't have a good memory, at all. Even things from my last holiday to Florida I can't remember, and that was two months ago. So my earliest memory isn't very early, I don't think. They all revolve around my Grandad, who died when I was 5.

I remember the morning my brother was born. I came downstairs and my Grandad was waiting at the bottom for me with a box of Coco Pops in his hands, a big smile on his face and "some very exciting news" to tell me. I didn't think it was so exciting, I wanted a sister not a brother, not a "stupid boy" - I didn't want him so much that I tried to sell him to the neighbours!

I remember my Grandad used to pick me up from school, and we'd go the the pond across the road from his flat and feed the ducks. It was always Pippy and Grandad time; precious time spent with him that I miss.

Every so often I will smell a smell, like peppermint, and cigars. I know that's my Grandad's smell, his flat used to smell like that. It's strange that I can still smell that, and that I know what that smell is and where it came from.

My last memory, I was about 7 or 8, and it was open day at my brothers nursery. I was with my next door neighbour whilst my mum chatted to other mums, and there was a table full of drinks, one side was orange juice and the other-side was white wine.... I picked up the white wine! When I think back to it I can still taste it in my mouth, obviously it tasted off to me, but I just assumed it was dodgey orange juice... and carried on drinking it - it put me off orange juice and white wine for life!