I had just turned 2 and my brother tried to help by bring a toy downstairs for me. He fell and the toy, a crib, cut his chin. My memory is of playing with a wooden trolly of bricks in the hospital waiting room while he was being treated and then my father lifting me and watching my mum, carrying my brother with a dressing on his chin, back towards us. It's as clear as anything. My son, now 4, told me a few weeks ago that he remembers being born. I wouldn't have believed him at all except he went on to tell me that he was trying to get out of the tunnel but that there was a bend in it that he couldn't get round. He did indeed get stuck and end up with forceps help.