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Favourite Childhood Memory
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.The smell and site of the coal yards at the local station. Spelling "strawberry" in infants and getting a pack of maltesers. Summer swimming during the holidays at the (now gone) local outdoor pool.
And I guess above all the innocence that only being a kid can give, with no pressures, nothing to worry about, etc etc.
And I guess above all the innocence that only being a kid can give, with no pressures, nothing to worry about, etc etc.
Did anybody do "Swing and Drop", where you hung by your arms from the highest tree branch you dared and dropped to land amongst cow poo on young elastic ankles. Wandering around those childhood lanes now, I am well proud to see that as a kid I did a swing and drop from at least 30 feet. It was the scariest, I still remember it.
Me and my sister putting out pillowcases on Christmas Eve(we didn't have special sacks lol) before going to bed; waking up on the 1st day of the 6 weeks holidays knowing you had the whole of the summer ahead of you; going to the same place in Cornwall every year and loving every minute of it- aahhh I want to be little again!
My last xmas with my dad.
In 1976.
He had a christmas ritual of getting out the xmas tree lights which he had put away the year before all working, and every year they wouldn't work because one bulb was out. The air used to turn blue sometimes as he made his way through the whole string to find the duff one.
I was up a ladder hanging paper chains I made at school and for some reason playing on the radio was Chigargo,s If You Leave Me Now.
When I hear that song I think of him now and I have that image of looking down and laughing as he tried to get those lights to work.
I miss him so much. The next year he was gone and I sat on my bed all christmas eve with that box of lights.
Sorry that sounds depressing but that image will be with me for ever and it is my favorite.
In 1976.
He had a christmas ritual of getting out the xmas tree lights which he had put away the year before all working, and every year they wouldn't work because one bulb was out. The air used to turn blue sometimes as he made his way through the whole string to find the duff one.
I was up a ladder hanging paper chains I made at school and for some reason playing on the radio was Chigargo,s If You Leave Me Now.
When I hear that song I think of him now and I have that image of looking down and laughing as he tried to get those lights to work.
I miss him so much. The next year he was gone and I sat on my bed all christmas eve with that box of lights.
Sorry that sounds depressing but that image will be with me for ever and it is my favorite.
The fun and sheer enjoyment of the big garden at my childhood home. Snow, the masses of blossom on the dozen huge pear trees, summers in the paddling pool and playing tennis, seeing the garden come alive with dad's dahlias and bedding, and the crazy pear harvest and eating pears in pies, crumbles, stewed etc., for the next year.