Mine are in my pram in Peel st, Dingle, snow was piled high each side of the road why I remember that I don't know.
Another was going on to the Isle of man boat and being terrified I was going to fall off the gang plank although I was walking then unlike the first memory.

think it was when I ran into an oil drum in the garden and split me eye open. Dad got in the shyte for leaving it there and had to buy me a raleigh tomahawk, remember them?

Not sure of the earliest but some early ones are us playing footie in the street and me dad taking all us lads down the park and organising the teams, proud as fuck I was, that and in my tweed holy communion suit getting tricked into holding onto a pipe over a ditch while the older lads shook the pipe and I fell in, try explaining that to your mother. I remember being an alter boy and me and another lad laughing at a night mass and when I got outside some old fella was waiting for me and had me up against the wall giving out and I was shitting myself when he got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to see my 6ft 3" hulk of a dad who told me to start walking home and when I looked back he had him up against the wall the way that cunt had me. The fear in that cunts eyes when he turned around I'll never forget the relief.

Mine was when I was in primary school when I was about 5 (Gwladys Street) Put my hand up to ask the teacher if I could go to the toilet - she said NO & told me wait till the end of the lesson. The next one was the same teacher having to take me home because I followed through all over a coconut mat.

Mabb Lane...............twat of a teacher giving me loads because I couldn't flatten a fucking milk bottle top enough to go on a shitty decoration of somekind. Fuck knows what it was for.

Best one was in our street, a few Reds there in West Derby...Yew Tree..........Me about 6 or 7..........these lads around 12-15. All went out to Anfield on the bus on a match day. I didn't get in but was outside listening, collecting the odd 10 pence for promising not to let the tires down on Wools cars..............found a scarf. Went home....Ma there waiting, clip round ear and giving loads for going out the street with these boys............Da there not arsed reading paper............until that is he caught sight of the Red scarf round me neck.............jumped up gave me a belting..............Fucking Bluenosed bastard.............Red for life after that day me.

........and knobheads like Divvy with his Manc and Blueneose slurs know nothing of that kind of moment in a little scally's life and never will...............(which is why I get pissed off when it's directed my way)...............ahhh the memories.