The TV at my grandmother’s house. It was grey with wooden panels – or was that the cabinet it was in? – and next to it was a telephone on a table, one of those where you had to pull … (script)

It felt like a full house. My grandmother’s house was a hub for the family and she had seven children – my mother and my aunts and uncles. She actually had eight children once but I never met one of them. His name was Anthony and he died. I think he was ten.

It feels, still feels, like everyone was there but that can’t be right. I might be remembering old photographs instead, like the one where my aunties had put make up on my uncle Chris and he looked embarrassed. Even my memories of that time have curved corners.

I definitely wanted a bottle of milky tea. I can see my hands stretching out for one. Everyone was watching Jaws. They close over my face as the shark swallows, Quint.

I clearly remember this but have no idea if it really happened or not because I have never asked anyone. Maybe I should call my mum and see if she remembers-

-Wow! My mother just called me! Just as soon as I had finished that sentence! Spooky.

I asked her about Jaws and she said she remembered. I was about three years old.

Ian James Gilligan was my best friend. He said his 3 names as one. We lived on a with a cul de sac He lived next door. Mum and Dad had a Bedford Drmobile in thos das… (script)

Mum and Dad had a Bedford Drmobile in thos das. I was less than 4 years old. I know this because we moved away from there when I was 4.

We were playing in the camper van. I somehow managed to let the brakes off. The van rolled down the hill with me in it.

Ian James Gilligan tried to hold it back – unsuccessfully- he was also 3 years old.

Neither at us were hurt – remarkably – although my mam nearly had a heart attack when she looked out of the kitchen window. Somehow the steering wheel made the van turn and com to a halt…

I am a toddler. Maybe two years old. On holiday by the River Thames at Henley. Two hundred miles from my home town of Widnes in Lancashire. Widnes was a heavy chemical industry town and Henley would … (script)

Widnes was a heavy chemical industry town and Henley would feel like a green paradise by comparison.

I’m with my father, mother and my older sister.

All around us there are families picnicking and relaxing – almost as if by the seaside. This is about 1956.

I remember watching lots of these people head down to the water’s edge and then dive in or jump in to go swimming. In this part of the river there were wooden floating perimeter beams to mark out this bathing area.

Something in my tiny brain must have clicked and told me that if everyone else was doing that then I should be doing it as well.

Up I get. Unnoticed by family. I toddle off to the water’s edge and suddenly I’m in the water, then under the water! Completely unable to swim of course.

I’m going down, down, down, sinking, drowning. Above me I can see the surface of the water, distorted and catching the sunlight. The water has a greenish hue. Bubbles surround me – all going upwards while I go down.

Then suddenly I have the image of my father breaking though the surface of the water and reaching down to rescue me. He was wearing a navy blue beret (as a sunhat), sunglasses that clipped onto his spectacles and baggy white tennis shorts.

(Luckily, back at home he ran the local swimming club and taught life saving.)

His hands reached out and grabbed me. I was rescued. I was safe.

One of my earliest memory: I was probably about 3 or 4, I can remember living in a high-rise block of flat with my mum in a place called Penarth and on this particular day I was really hungry and… (script)

I am not 100% certain whether this visual memory is me remembering a real life thing, or me remembering a dreamt thing but these 2 staggered images are the 2 things that automatically pop into my head. The first is… (script)