I think we all know our kids, what they capable of and what they don't.

 

Some kinds love sitting on their bums and draw pictures, some loves football, some loves bike some other things.

 

I rather not to think about black case scenarios.

 

I'm curious, how many memories do you have of being 6 years old? I have one.

I'm curious, how many memories do you have of being 6 years old? I have one.

I could find a few not a lot but more than one

I could find a few not a lot but more than one

I remember loads about when i was 6 years old. It's easy for me to remember because we moved house when I was 7 years old:

 

Swimming in isleworth swimming pool

Watching superman matinees at the cinema in Isleworth. We had to use a bus to get there

The steam trains going under the bridge in Hounslow Road and the lizzard I saw on the embankment next to the bridge, and the wild logan berries there too.

Paddling in the paddling pool off Hounslow Rd (now gone)

Fishing for sticklebacks (red breasters) and gudgeon in Crane Park

Getting stung by a wasp's nest in Crane park

Getting chased by the park keeper

Going to the Cubs in my friend's dad's sidecar

My dad's BSA C11 and his Hillman sidevalve sit up and beg car with the registration DJH 999 that failed its 10 year test, so went to the scrap heap. When did they stop the ten year test?

Roller skating in Lyndhurst Avenue

Making a camp in the garden and meeting the hedgehog during the night

The rasberry patch in the garden

My dad's 22 rifle, which I took up the street to show my friend

getting my first fishing rod for my 7th birthday

My friend's tricycle that had a boot

My friend's go-kart that his dad made him which had lights, a horn and a steering wheel instead of a rope

Helping the milkman deliver milk in my street and getting a chocolate Mikky for it

Stabbing a pupil with a dip pen outside the school because he was waiting there every night to bully me for some reason

Mrs Wills the school headteacher

Getting asked to read to the headmistress because I was doing it so well

The scary hawksmoth caterpillars in the privet hedge outside the school

Using a candle to wax the slide in the park next to the school

and loads more.

I remember loads about when i was 6 years old. It's easy for me to remember because we moved house when I was 7 years old:

 

Swimming in isleworth swimming pool

Watching superman matinees at the cinema in Isleworth. We had to use a bus to get there

The steam trains going under the bridge in Hounslow Road and the lizzard I saw on the embankment next to the bridge, and the wild logan berries there too.

Paddling in the paddling pool off Hounslow Rd (now gone)

Fishing for sticklebacks (red breasters) and gudgeon in Crane Park

Getting stung by a wasp's nest in Crane park

Getting chased by the park keeper

Going to the Cubs in my friend's dad's sidecar

My dad's BSA C11 and his Hillman sidevalve sit up and beg car with the registration DJH 999 that failed its 10 year test, so went to the scrap heap. When did they stop the ten year test?

Roller skating in Lyndhurst Avenue

Making a camp in the garden and meeting the hedgehog during the night

The rasberry patch in the garden

My dad's 22 rifle, which I took up the street to show my friend

getting my first fishing rod for my 7th birthday

My friend's tricycle that had a boot

My friend's go-kart that his dad made him which had lights, a horn and a steering wheel instead of a rope

Helping the milkman deliver milk in my street and getting a chocolate Mikky for it

Stabbing a pupil with a dip pen outside the school because he was waiting there every night to bully me for some reason

Mrs Wills the school headteacher

Getting asked to read to the headmistress because I was doing it so well

The scary hawksmoth caterpillars in the privet hedge outside the school

Using a candle to wax the slide in the park next to the school

and loads more.

 

we all had different experiences and different situations in different stages of life, some remember more some less. I remember that at age of 6 once I stole a cigarette from my dad

My first memory is at 3 when my cousin (also 3) was moving to South Africa ; saying goodbye in our back garden and being told it would be a long time before I saw her again. (Return trips from South Africa weren't very common in 1950)