Amongst the variously unique memories I have of the years before I turned 10 I realised a moment ago that one of my preferred of them involved climbing areas of the Himalayan foot-hills adjacent to Dharamsala in Himachal-Pradesh, either pushing or bearing the pram carrying my youngest brother between myself and my father.

Made me wonder what other peoples stand-out memories of the years up to 10 might be?

Postpocelipse said:

Amongst the variously unique memories I have of the years before I turned 10 I realised a moment ago that one of my preferred of them involved climbing areas of the Himalayan foot-hills adjacent to Dharamsala in Himachal-Pradesh, either pushing or bearing the pram carrying my youngest brother between myself and my father.

Made me wonder what other peoples stand-out memories of the years up to 10 might be?

So is that where you grew up, or just visiting?

Mine is cricket on the beach at West Wittering.

Actually, that might be post-10, but still a pretty good memory, by any standards.

One of my earliest traumatic memories was wandering around Reading Abbey ruins with my sisters one evening, when we suddenly realised the gates had been locked for the night. Can’t remember how we got out.

The Rev Dodgson said:

Postpocelipse said:

Amongst the variously unique memories I have of the years before I turned 10 I realised a moment ago that one of my preferred of them involved climbing areas of the Himalayan foot-hills adjacent to Dharamsala in Himachal-Pradesh, either pushing or bearing the pram carrying my youngest brother between myself and my father.

Made me wonder what other peoples stand-out memories of the years up to 10 might be?

So is that where you grew up, or just visiting?

Mine is cricket on the beach at West Wittering.

Actually, that might be post-10, but still a pretty good memory, by any standards.

We moved to Whitefield, Bangalore in the south of India when I was 5. Before we left when I was around 9, we visited Dr. Yeshi Dhonden who delivered my older sister.

Bubblecar said:

One of my earliest traumatic memories was wandering around Reading Abbey ruins with my sisters one evening, when we suddenly realised the gates had been locked for the night. Can’t remember how we got out.

Jumped the fence or wall at a guess.

monkey skipper said:

Bubblecar said:

One of my earliest traumatic memories was wandering around Reading Abbey ruins with my sisters one evening, when we suddenly realised the gates had been locked for the night. Can’t remember how we got out.

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Jumped the fence or wall at a guess.

I’ll have to ask the older sister, she might remember.

…I was maybe 3 or 4 at the time.

Bubblecar said:

…I was maybe 3 or 4 at the time.

…absolute earliest memories are being at my grandmother’s in Sydney and being shown a bus waiting for it’s schedule. I remember the door somehow closing behind me and having to bang on the door to get let out. Must have been before I was 2.

The famous 13th century song, “Sumer is icumen in” was found in a manuscript from Reading Abbey. And King Henry I was buried there in 1136, in a silver coffin.

Bubblecar said:

The famous 13th century song, “Sumer is icumen in” was found in a manuscript from Reading Abbey. And King Henry I was buried there in 1136, in a silver coffin.

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…errm,…. so how do yo feel about your namesake the 8th’s way with women?

Postpocelipse said:

Bubblecar said:

The famous 13th century song, “Sumer is icumen in” was found in a manuscript from Reading Abbey. And King Henry I was buried there in 1136, in a silver coffin.

!https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/78/Sumer_is_icumen_in_-_Summer_Canon_%28Reading_Rota%29_%28mid_13th_C%29%2C_f.11v_-_BL_Harley_MS_978.jpg/407px-Sumer_is_icumen_in_-_Summer_Canon_%28Reading_Rota%29_%28mid_13th_C%29%2C_f.11v_-_BL_Harley_MS_978.jpg

…errm,…. so how do yo feel about your namesake the 8th’s way with women?

My namesake? I’m not actually Henry I…

It was Henry VIII who largely destroyed the abbey, during his “dissolution of the monasteries”.

Bubblecar said:

Postpocelipse said:

Bubblecar said:

The famous 13th century song, “Sumer is icumen in” was found in a manuscript from Reading Abbey. And King Henry I was buried there in 1136, in a silver coffin.

!https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/78/Sumer_is_icumen_in_-_Summer_Canon_%28Reading_Rota%29_%28mid_13th_C%29%2C_f.11v_-_BL_Harley_MS_978.jpg/407px-Sumer_is_icumen_in_-_Summer_Canon_%28Reading_Rota%29_%28mid_13th_C%29%2C_f.11v_-_BL_Harley_MS_978.jpg

…errm,…. so how do yo feel about your namesake the 8th’s way with women?

My namesake? I’m not actually Henry I…

It was Henry VIII who largely destroyed the abbey, during his “dissolution of the monasteries”.

Yes among other ignorances of basic non-destructive cultural preservation techniques.

1: stopping at an intersection at the traffic lights and recognising my bestie pillion on a bike without a bike helmet on.

2: Made the decision to continue to call until I got a connecting phone call to discover why she was not safeguarding herself. Turns out she needed a helmet and I had a spare helmet.

3: Arranged for the delivery of the helmet and went our separate ways for the next month..

4: phone call one month later …. Turns out 2 weeks after she got the helmet she came off the bike and was thrown over the top of the car they hit the rear of ….and was somersaulted onto the road surface and slid on her back and head a long the road. Abrasions and concussion but was alive otherwise.

1: went to a school choir performance evening for school students at the opera house.

2: students were supposed to be the teachers afterwards or so we thought was walking towards one exit but at the last minute decided to change my mind and turned left instead the crowd of parents separated a little and sure enough found my daughter lost in the crowd. We then walked together to find the school teacher to discover that she was still unaware of a student being missing…..

My earliest memories are partly why i require therapy and medication, so i wont be sharing them here…..