Funny how we remember things.
My first recollection is from before I could walk. I was in a walker (a four wheeled frame with fabric in the middle for the baby to stand/sit upright in. Then they could move themselves around with their hanging feet).
I was near the front door of my parents house watching my dad making a frame across the front of the driveway. I didn't know what he was making but, now, looking back, I recognise it as a fence made from with raw wood planks around the edge with chicken wire in the middle. Now I don't know if it was the same memory but I can recall moving around using that walker and then one of the wheels went into the flower bed. I started to topple over towards a rose bush and...
That's all I can remember.
There are lots of other memories. Some are obviously connected to some major event (one like getting my finger trapped in car door when I was about four - I needed stitches for that one!) but others I can't for any reason see why I should recall them!
I'm sure you have the same sort of memories.
I remember designing imaginary album covers for fictional bands!
I can recall the exams my parents put me through when I was about 11 for, I think, four different grammar schools. One was so stressful it had me in tears (that was the one I ended up going to!).
My teens. I can remember how confused I was.
I can recall drawing my first portrait (of myself using a mirror - I still have it!) and that started me drawing more portraits of photographs of women in various magazines.
My parents wanted me to go to a university. When I had an unconditional offer (I was in whatever my 'A' level results were) to go to York University that was the place I wanted to go to.
Because I had fond memories of York when my parents took me to visit there as a child.
I also wanted to change my first name. I did that on my first day at that university. It was years before I had it made legally official.
But that's another story.
I was hard working during my first year.
I also had my first serious girlfriend.
From the second year I became famous apparently as the guy who went from being studious to being a bit of a ... rogue I suppose you'd call it.
Skiving out of lectures. Playing pool at 3 in the morning. Getting stoned... Photocopying other people's lecture notes... gatecrashing parties.
My closest friend at that time was also a bit of a rogue. He and I stole stupid things like benches. Climbed on university walkways and the buildings' roofs. Stealing library books (got returned after the exams!).
That friend is now a senior accountant.
I also made a large painting (for the first time!) and it was from a photograph of an amazing guitarist called Daniel Ash (from Bauhaus). I painted it on my work desk (well, I wasn't using it for work).
Amazing how life can change. And it changed so much after I left that university.
My first recollection is from before I could walk. I was in a walker (a four wheeled frame with fabric in the middle for the baby to stand/sit upright in. Then they could move themselves around with their hanging feet).
I was near the front door of my parents house watching my dad making a frame across the front of the driveway. I didn't know what he was making but, now, looking back, I recognise it as a fence made from with raw wood planks around the edge with chicken wire in the middle. Now I don't know if it was the same memory but I can recall moving around using that walker and then one of the wheels went into the flower bed. I started to topple over towards a rose bush and...
That's all I can remember.
There are lots of other memories. Some are obviously connected to some major event (one like getting my finger trapped in car door when I was about four - I needed stitches for that one!) but others I can't for any reason see why I should recall them!
I'm sure you have the same sort of memories.
I remember designing imaginary album covers for fictional bands!
I can recall the exams my parents put me through when I was about 11 for, I think, four different grammar schools. One was so stressful it had me in tears (that was the one I ended up going to!).
My teens. I can remember how confused I was.
I can recall drawing my first portrait (of myself using a mirror - I still have it!) and that started me drawing more portraits of photographs of women in various magazines.
My parents wanted me to go to a university. When I had an unconditional offer (I was in whatever my 'A' level results were) to go to York University that was the place I wanted to go to.
Because I had fond memories of York when my parents took me to visit there as a child.
I also wanted to change my first name. I did that on my first day at that university. It was years before I had it made legally official.
But that's another story.
I was hard working during my first year.
I also had my first serious girlfriend.
From the second year I became famous apparently as the guy who went from being studious to being a bit of a ... rogue I suppose you'd call it.
Skiving out of lectures. Playing pool at 3 in the morning. Getting stoned... Photocopying other people's lecture notes... gatecrashing parties.
My closest friend at that time was also a bit of a rogue. He and I stole stupid things like benches. Climbed on university walkways and the buildings' roofs. Stealing library books (got returned after the exams!).
That friend is now a senior accountant.
I also made a large painting (for the first time!) and it was from a photograph of an amazing guitarist called Daniel Ash (from Bauhaus). I painted it on my work desk (well, I wasn't using it for work).
Amazing how life can change. And it changed so much after I left that university.
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