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Standing on a wall watching a parade of soldiers march by. It must have been at the end of the war.

I remember running around with friends and climbing trees. The best memories

We lived in Gkasgow in a ground floor tenement. All the kids got their parents to throw pieces ( sandwiches) wrapped in the paper the bread came in over the window for them to catch for their lunch. Being ground floor was a drawback here so my mum's friend who lived three floors up used to make mine and throw it from her window,it was so exciting.
They're is even a song about throwing pieces from windows and the problems it caused when multi stori flats were built.
I just remember the kindness of our neighbour.

Staying with my granny along with my cousin Robin. Neither of us had siblings that were near in age and we lived 200 miles apart. Granny lived roughly in the middle!
Granny was extremely laid back and had a very large and exciting garden. The kitchen garden and orchard were full of yummy fruits and vegetables, there was a goldfish pond ,an Italian sunken garden and lots of places for making dens and playing hide and seek.
We all slept outside in hammocks during the summer and a tame robin came in through the French doors to be fed crumbs.
In winter she always treated us to a theatre visit and let us play on the escalators in the underground.
There were no rules at granny’s just fun!

Having an old Penney and buying 4 black jacks or fruit salad sweets!

Going to Cleethorpes for a day out and my dad driving over an old hump bridge in Brigg and making my tummy turn over! The centre of Brigg is now for pedestrians only. He did it every time but it was always a shock. I remember Dad, Grandad and an Uncle in the front with my brother and a cousin on their laps. My Grandma, Mum, Aunty and me and my sister in the back.
All with no seatbelts!
We were always warm and cosy and had 'sing songs' on the way there singing 'Oh we do like to be beside the seaside' and 'We're all going on a summer holiday'.
On the way home we always fell asleep as we had made sand castles and paddled in the sea; sometimes walking, what seemed like miles, to get to the edge of the water if the tide had turned! We always took a picnic which we ate on the beach (crisp sandwiches were a favourite) and we had orange squash and my parents had tea from a flask. Before we went home we shared bags of hot chips, with lots of salt spilling over the sides and splashes of vinegar which made the newspaper all soggy.
Great trip down memory lane thanks

Sitting very sedately, with my handbag perfectly placed on my lap, in the carriage of the little train that round in the fairground on Southsea Common. I must have only been about three, 1950 (!) and Grandma, who lived in Portsmouth hired a car and chauffer for us. Wonderful - and I still have a black and white photograph of it.

During the war, playing in bombed out houses with my best friend Rosie. This was our Pre-School Play. We are still friends and still giggling like four year olds. As Rod says she is in my heart and in my soul I only have to think of her and I am right back there in Cardiff.

Sitting on my Grandad’s knee, aged about 3. He used to
help me eat my breakfast egg, soft boiled and delicious!
Sadly, he died when I was only 4 years old. Maybe that it why I remember these precious moments.

Sitting on my nan’s lawn making daisy chains

Walking my first day to school with my Mum. I can still feel her hand round mine. Feeling excited and nervous, but secure and loved.

my nan telling me bedtime stories of her childhood in the early 1900's

Cuddling up on Mum’s knee to listen to the Home service broadcast of ‘Listen With Mother’. I can still hear the presenter’s voice chanting “are you sitting comfortably? Then let’s begin......”. I would always reply, “I am, but Mummy isn’t”! Then, if I was lucky, my Mum would read my favourite poem “You are Old Father William”, by Lewis Carroll I think. The last line always made me giggle, ‘Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs’!

My favourite childhood memories are at the weekends when me my Mum, Dad and two older sisters would all go out for the day on a Saturday and Sometimes Sunday aswell to watch my Dad play cricket. Often we would go to an away match and me, my sisters and many other children would go off together to explore and we would walk miles. On one occasion we came across a mansion for sale and walked all around the grounds which had a lake and extremely large plants I remember feeling tiny. We had so many adventures and they were wonderful times.

Bonfire night: for months unwanted trees/wood/old furniture etc would be stashed in gardens. Suddenly, as if by magic, the day before bonfire night the wooden booty would appear in designated host garden and magically transform itself into a bonfire-shape, surrounded by planks of wood strung across barrels to form temporary seating. Immediately after school on bonfire night the magic started: extended families and neighbours gathered, fireworks fizzled in the dark sky whilst we little ones watched in awe, happily munching on the parkin, pies and peas, bonfire-baked jacket potatoes, as well as toffee apples and treacle/plot toffee.... Slowly, as the bonfire burned, our seating would disappear onto the fire, and as our seating disappeared so too would the children to bed - youngest first, obviously. Eventually with only embers left, it was time for the adults to go home too. Another year gone.......!

My favourite memory is from living on a fruit farm, being able to just help ourselves to whatever fruit we fancied, then going in for dinner and having copious amounts of fresh vegetables from my dad's garden, he taught me so much about growing things that I've never forgotten, thanks dad.

Being able to ride my pony with best friend. We would meet and go off for the day in summer school holidays with packed lunch consisting of cheese and tomato sandwich, a “penguin” (chocolate bar) plus a drink in a bottle, all carried in a panier. We didn’tknow, or care, where we were, hadn’t a clue. The freedom of exploring new places, lovely rides through woodland, across field via the headland, in hot sultry summer days. Back before it got dark. Absolute freedom.

Riding on the fireside rug when I was about 3 when Mum was hoovering and needed to move the rug.

Travelling on the train by myself as a young girl from my grandparents house where I lived to visit my Nanna who lived in Darlington. My Uncle John would come round and visit. I remember going to Redcar - happy memories of searching for fish in rock pools.

Going to the freezer in the 'Back room' with my nan when we stayed over and picking a fruit pie for dessert that she had made, their were so many to choose from.

Walking along a beach as a young child searching for pearls and actually finding one. My mother had brought a pearl bead from a broken necklace and had hidden it underneath a shell on the shore . I was overjoyed when I found it.

Watching through the crack in the front room door my baby brother being born in 1957.
Getting all new clothes ready for the whit walks.

I spent my Summer holidays with my Grannie & Grandpa. While we were there in 1962, my Grandpa died suddenly and my little brother & I had to stay with my auntie. I loved the attention we got, picnics in the garden or living room, making lavender bags and helping auntie prepare the meals ( something I never did at home as I had 2 older sisters). It was truly fantastic timeand in turn helped us through a sad time.

Friday evenings, when Dad was paid and he came home with a pound of liquorice allsorts for us four children to share and a bar of chocolate for Mum. We used to sort the sweets, then share them between us, swapping any we didn’t like with siblings!

Coming home from church on a Sunday morning to a much appreciated full breakfast waiting for us that my mother had ready and waiting our return. She had went to an earlier service.