I remember being 14 years old in the 1950's and wishing I was 15 so I could leave school and start working. I really enjoyed my young years and being a teenager in the late 50's and early 60's was fantastic but when I met my boyfriend who became my husband of 50 years that was the most magical time of my life. Sadly he died many years ago but I cannot believe where the time has gone.
I look back and can remember everything about my teenage years and our lives together but sometimes when looking at photos of us when we were teenagers it seems as if I am looking at someone elses lives, were we ever that young. I can still remember the excitement of seeing him jumping off the bus and running to me and kissing me when we had our dates. He looked just like a pop star from the Liverpool sound in the 60's, white shirt, dark tie, dark suit and Chelsea boots. Someone once said he looked like a member of the Searchers group. He was 6 ft 4 ins tall, and handsome, god I loved him. Even now I walk past a photo of us in the 60's and I get butterflies in my stomach. I wish we all had two lives so we could do it all over again.