What is your favourite childhood memory?

A really nice memory I have is playing in my grandad's large greenhouse when I was very small. He had a solid fuel stove in there with pipes that ran through the beds and a rocking chair next to it. I had completely forgotten this until I got my own greenhouse about 15 years ago and the wonderful smell from my tomato plants brought the memories flooding back.

I remember my mum picking me up from Reception class aged 4 and being taken to the Beach for a Picnic tea with a lot of other children. Homemade teacakes with dad's homegrown tomatoes and a slice of grans cake. Followed by a bottle of pop and a splash in a very cold sea.
Trudging home smelling of salt and sand. and looking back at a Solway sunset.

Being taken by my dad with my two sisters to see the Christmas Grotto in the Co-Op department store in Belfast.And the sheer excitement of meeting Santa and picking my present from his giant bag.

Thank you for sharing your special memories. I have enjoyed reading them. They were certainly different times back in the day 😊

Mine is similar Poppyred. When I was too old to believe in Santa Claus, my mother asked me to help her to do the Christmas shopping. My two younger sisters still believed. We went into our local big town by bus. The shops were full of Christmas goodies and packed with people. I helped my mum choose the gifts for my sisters. We bought baubles and wrapping paper. When we were finished it was dark and we rode home again on the bus which was full, with people standing in the aisle. It was lovely, I felt very grown up although I was probably only about 10.

My favourite memory is of our Christmases. The real tree would be put up and decorated on Christmas Eve. Lovely pine smell together with tangerines and my Dads cigars. Mum did all the cooking and I would spend the day reading all my annuals.

It was my 04th birthday and my Dad's friend arrived, normally I got a hug but he stopped me and asked if I'd mind giving his friend a hug instead...I looked at him because he was alone and he started to unbutton his coat, a little head popped out.
A beautiful little Border Collie puppy that was my much loved and still missed companion for many years.

Feeding our milkman’s big, grey horse with a carrot outside my Nan’s house, where we lived. This was in London, not the countryside!

Seeing my grandad walk past our front room window, lovely big smile, and holding up a box of maltesers, which he knew were my favourite chocolates!

Getting my first proper bike. Aged 9.

I remember the first time I went to the ice rink. We were visiting my gran in Liverpool. She and mum took me to the rink and hired me some skates. I took to it really quickly probably because I was a whizz on roller skates. I grew to love ice skating more than anything.