≤ 4

Last night, C found an article on childhood amnesia, which is where you pretty much forget anything that ever happened to you before the age of four or so. Of course you don't wake up on your fourth birthday and forget who you are but as you get older, these memories fade.
It's interesting for me though that I was four when my family moved from one city to another, giving me a pretty big event by which I can judge what memories happened when.
So here's a list of things I can remember from when I was four or younger.

• I stepped on a bee and got stung in the back yard
• I learned to ride a bike in our driveway
• My younger sister got her fingers jammed in the car door
• Mum & Dad went away. I stayed with my Nanna. She made me eat carrots that were cut with those serrated edges. She told me they'd make my hair go curly. That put me off carrots for a while
• One of the cranks on my bike had something wrong with it so dad fixed it; only he put it back on the wrong way so both pedals were in the same position
• A friend of Mum & Dad's came around on his motor bike. He had a clock radio for mum
• We were watching my dad play soccer one weekend. I was standing at the end of the field. A man with long hair, a headband, a beard and moustache (it was the 70s) had a shot at goal, missed, but hit me fair in the stomach. I fell backwards, cried a lot
• Later in the car I ate some vegemite sandwiches
• At another soccer match a big stack of lumber fell on me
• I had a pop gun (y'know, with the cork on a string at the end) and I was pretending to shoot some vagrant guy in the vacant lot by the aqueduct next to our house
• Did my older sister fall out of the car, or did I dream that one?
• I was running through the house like an aeroplane while dad was on the front porch about to put up the TV aerial. My outstretched hand caught the aerial and I got a big cut on it (my hand, not the aerial)
• There was a party for dad's soccer team. I remember being in the lounge, people everywhere, dad playing the piano and it being really smoky (the room, not the piano)
• Me & my siblings being interrogated by my parents because one of us did something wrong. I think one of us ripped the encyclopaedia. I think it might have been me
• Climbing up through the Cypress tree in the front yard and sitting on top of it
• Going to the Gypsy Ball at my brother and sister's school. They played the Mexican Hat Dance
• Going to Kindergarten one day, being in the car as mum dropped me off, trying to tie my toy trains to my feet so I could use them as roller skates, without success.

There are others but thankfully nothing in there I'd rather forget.