Write about your earliest memory, or the strongest early memory that comes to mind.
My earliest memory is more about remembering a sensation than anything. I think I must have been about one. I remember standing by a coal-scuttle which was about the same height as I was. We used to have an open fire and the scuttle was in our breakfast room having been filled outside, waiting to be taken into our living room.
I clearly remember the feel of scrunching the small chips of coal between my fingers and palm of my left hand, in a grabbing motion. The pieces were smooth and I can remember them sliding against my skin.
In fact I used to get in trouble for playing with the messy coal and getting covered in coal dust. My parents tried to cure me of it by letting me go into the coal shed – I came out completely covered in the black soot; but I didn’t care, I still loved it.
That’s the earliest thing I can remember.