Over at Blogathon HQ, they’re posting “games”, basically post suggestions for which the best wins a prize of sponsorship money. Most haven’t been terribly exciting, and I’ve had other stuff to write about, but I just spotted Game 7 – I’m too late to enter, but I thought I’d post my answer anyway:
Post about your earliest memory.
My earliest memory is of 15 September 1988. It is the day my brother was born. I don’t care about that, though – heck, I didn’t care about it then.
I was being taken – by, I assume, my dad, but I can’t really remember – in to Nottingham’s City Hospital to see my ickle brother. I had been bought a Duplo helicopter, with a pilot. We stopped at the Happy Eater on the A52 (I think), and I remember playing with the Duplo underneath the table.
But then disaster struck: the pilot fell out of the helicopter, and down a gap somewhere. He was lost. Never seen again (at least, not by me). I was gutted.
So there you have it – Dafyd’s earliest memory, aged two years, one month and six days.