My Earliest Memory
No one but no one will have an earliest memory like mine! No way! Most people have earliest memories of going on vacation, visiting relatives, perhaps of a really great toy or a memorable pet, but not me, my earliest memory is of being run over by a road sweeping truck!
It’s true, it really happened and I’m here to tell the tale! In fact I’m here because of the quick thinking and brave actions of a passer by.
It was summer 1974 and I wasn’t yet five years old. I was due to start school in the September of that year. Actually, my first day at school was a really memorable early memory too because I savaged my teachers hand! Poor Mrs Marshall, she says she’s forgiven me, which is good because she only lives a few streets away in my village! But she does say that I was the only child to bite her in her entire thirty year career! She’s also quite proud that I’m the only author she taught to write (so any spelling mistakes are her fault!).
Getting back to the earliest memory. The morning was hot and dry, in fact when you were a small kid wasn’t every day hot and dry allowing you to play outside all the time? I had a groovy new, blue, tricycle with a boot, or trunk, on the back, which was ideal for my younger brother to sit on.
On this particular morning, Mick was indeed sitting on the trunk as we, with hindsight unwisely, approached the reversing road sweeping truck. Being just four I was a pretty poor driver so I couldn’t put the Tricycle into reverse quickly enough when I realised what was happening. I tried to skid out of the way but this only resulted in Mick being flung off the trunk and under the approaching wheels! And being four I decided that the only possible course of action for me was to lie down in the middle of the road and wail!
This was when Mr McGoldrick stepped bravely in, without a thought for himself he lunged at the cab of the truck. Thankfully he was able to stop the truck and so he saved the lives of two silly little boys that day.
Afterwards we had to give a statement to the police and go for jabs at the hospital. The former was acceptable but the latter definitely was not! While Mick was a malliable patient I wasn’t and only the cunning of the nurse ensured I got all the right injections.
So that’s my earliest memory, and it all turned out well in the end. Well, not quite, because just last year I heard the sad news that Mr McGoldrick had taken his own life. Apparently he’d been depressed for a while and so he threw himself under a freight truck. He felt his life had been worthless, but without his actions me and my brother would definitely have killed by the road sweeper truck way back in 1974. Thanks for saving us, Mr McGoldrick, and for giving me my earliest memory!