I've told this before on here.. but when I was around 15 years old I was recounting a memory to my mother about a strange woman holding me in her arms as we waved to my mother as she drove off in a Taxi.
She look horrified, and said '' you can't possibly remember that' you were only 14 months old''... but I had, and not only did I remember that I also remember being dropped from the top of the stairs in this strange woman's house.. to the bottom, by her young son who had been sent to get me out of my crib...and at only 9 years old couldn't hold me..

I even remember standing in the crib crying facing the wall and the bedroom door...
No-one had ever spoken about this first foster family in our house.. even despite the fast that I'd been fostered several times over the years..that first one had never been mentioned by anyone..