My first memory?<\/p>\n
Age 3:\u00a0<\/strong>Woodchips. A park. The ground. Excitement. Safety. More memories. <\/p>\n I have one other memory from this time, but it’s probably a bit long and I’ve run out of time. Next time!<\/p>\n CK<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My first memory? Age 3:\u00a0Woodchips. A park. The ground. Excitement. Safety. My mum tells me this is a trip to Edinburgh Zoo when I was about 3. I loved the woodchips, and was not bothered about the playpark things like the slide and the swings. More memories. Before I was 4:\u00a0A double bed in a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[19,1],"tags":[5,8,9,7],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11\/revisions\/49"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jemontague.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMy mum tells me this is a trip to Edinburgh Zoo when I was about 3. I loved the woodchips, and was not bothered about the playpark things like the slide and the swings.<\/p>\n
\nBefore I was 4:\u00a0<\/strong>A double bed in a medium-sized room. Lying in bed with my mum being silly. David comes in, and I show him how I can wink. He shows me he can do it with either eye. I bury my face in the pillow and force my eye closed, showing him the results. He’s so silly, I’m so proud. I then taught myself to wink with either eye, much like I would again in primary three, but with fingers.
\nBefore I was 4:\u00a0<\/strong>A sofa, in a large room. It’s a fairly bare room, and I am sitting on a three-seater sofa across from a TV eating cerial. This is all of this memory. Not what was on TV, not what was happening at the time, just sitting there.
\nBefore I was 5:\u00a0<\/strong>Christmas morning. A huge tree (It’s not, but I was small), a me-sized perfect wicker chair, with a giant teddybear in it. he had a chain. It was love at first sight, and the joy I felt then is still in the back of my head, wrapped up in this memory like a special present. I don’t know when, but he came to be known as Mr Ted, and was my constant companion for about a decade.
\nBefore I was 5:\u00a0<\/strong>A kitchen. A birthday. A Postman Pat cake. Candles.<\/p>\n