When I was around 3-4, I opened the door and walked out (my parents were upstairs) with my uncle (he's got Down Syndrome so he's not exactly the responsible adult!). We walked around all night and in the morning, some lady saw us and gave us breakfast and she called the police and the police van came and I cried cos I thought I was going to be arrested but we just played tag in the police corridors and then my parents collected us. end of memory.
But an earlier one isn't really a memory, more an association. I was about 2 when my nana died but everytime I see 'branston pickles' or w/e they're called, I remember my nana because she loved them! I think I must remember the smell.









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Would take ages to explain though lol.

