Hortlund, you may be right but you're spoiling the party
My first memories were rather prosaic and happened about age 3, which I suppose is within the error range. I remember running through the kitchen past the gas cooker in the house my parents were squatting in. I also remember linking up with my little friend and walking across the green outside the house joyfully repeating the F word again and again with no idea what it meant. Later, I remember living with friends in the city, their big huskie called Kola, the smell of disinfectant in their back yard and being among the crowds in the city. I later remembered them emigrating to Chicago and waving them goodbye from the viewing gallery as they boarded the Boeing 707, not that I knew it was a 707 at the time or even had any concept that Chicago wasn't over the next hill.
I remember being disappointed that I couldn't ride in the big red truck when moving to our friends house on very wet day, then being delighted to ride in it when we moved to our new house in the suburbs on a very hot day. When the driver was unloading the truck he jokingly said he was going to keep my little red pedal car and I was really worried.
I also remember when JFK visited Ireland because all the helicopters flew over. It was terribly exciting but had no idea why! I was almost four at that stage so most are undoubtedly real.
