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My favourite childhood memory is also my first memory. I was three years old and our neighbours were looking after me while my parents were at the hospital, they broke the news to me that my little brother had been born and I was overjoyed.

My mum’s chips. She made them so they were crispy on the outside and soft and fluffy on the inside. I loved her cooking.

One of my favourite memories is would be in about 1942. My father had constructed an Air Raid Shelter for our family members and several local resident. We all rushed there as soon as the Air Raid Siren went. There was a little bed for me but I seldom slept as I enjoyed the fun we all had, We had facilities to make hot drinks and various friends always produced some titbit. I realise now that it was my Mother's ingenuity that kept mebeing afraid.

When I was six years old, my family decided to move back to England from New Zealand (they had emigrated there when I was a baby). The boat journey took six weeks and we docked in Southampton just before Christmas. It had been snowing heavily and I was absolutely mesmerised by the magical beauty of the wintry scenes all around me as I’d never seen snow before. Sixty years later, I still experience the same feeling whenever we have frosty or snowy weather.

Me and my big brother playing out for hours on end with the other local children, carefree, no mobile phones, hot summers and lots of ice cream!!!

Winning the First prize original in my Grandmother's vuillage Easter bonnet comeptition and being photographed for the local paper

My favourite childhood memory is hiding behind the sofa at Christmas hoping the day would never end.

Xmas time was such a special time with a white net stocking with red crepe round the edge. It had nuts & a tangerine in the toe & a sugar pig & a sugar mouse. We were so excited with this gift from Santa Claus. One Xmas when I was 4 I had a doll with brown curly hair & a pretty dress.

Picking blackberries and mushrooms in the hedgerows and fields then making crumbles, jam and pates with the foraged goodies.

Making a den and hiding underneath my grandmother's staircase, whenever there were thunder and lightning. Used a box as a makeshift table to eat my Heinz Tomato soup & bread!

Stealing a piece of my mother's homemade chocolate fudge, and cutting my left hand on the sharp tin lid of the cow&gate powdered milk tin where the fudge was stored. I have the scar to this day, sixty years later AND my 99 year old mother is still alive, but I just can't confess to her!

Playing inside the Major Oak ( a very big tree in Sherwood Forest). The tree is now protected and its fenced off so children now don't have the chance tp play hide & seek there.

I don't really have a favourite childhood memory. My dad passed away when I was a toddler & my mother gave my brother & sister who was a baby away as she was pregnant with her new partner & she didn't want us but because I was older I wouldn't go. I wish now that I did.

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My Granma Alexander was in a Magdalene Convent in Dublin and never even knew her birthday, I would love to find out about her, she was Danish living in Ireland

When I was seven I had a family holiday on Lanzarote during which my father finally managed to teach me to swim after our school instructor had given me a terrible fright of water! My father died the summer after and that final holiday all together and the lifelong skill he passed to me by helping me overcome my fears is treasured as my last truly innocent childhood memory.

I remember being around 7yrs old, fishing on a beach in Scotland. At about 1 am, my Da started dropping stones into the water and there was an explosion of sparkles. Da told me it was magical whale food swimming away in panic in case they were eaten. I believed him of course! I found out many years later it was something called Bio-luminescence or phytoplankton, but he'd suckered me again. I was amazed by his WIZARDRY. .

We lived in Wales and my dad took me for a walk up the mountain. We stopped for a rest and there was a large boulder nearby. Dad gave it a push and there was an ants nest underneath. It was teeming with hundreds of ants and I was fascinated. Dad got his hanky and picked the ants eggs, putting them in his hanky. When we went home he shook the eggs into our goldfish bowl. The goldfish were going mad for the ants eggs, there was a frantic few minutes while they scoffed the lot. I was fascinated. Never forgot it.

sitting on the freshly mown school field with my new best friend on my first day of infant school.

We didn't have many toys compared to today's children. But we did have the freedom to play outside all day long with our friends. We played hopscotch on the pavement, we played hide and seek and rounders as there was very little traffic. Skipping with a rope stretched across the road, chanting the skipping songs. A crowd of us, running around, plenty of exercise and friendship. Sometimes we sat on the kerb collecting car numbers in a little notebook. Oh happy happy days, lost and gone forever. I don't remember rainy days, I think the sun was always shining!

Aged 3 years, having a "half and apple and half an orange treat" shared with my Nanna ( the promise of this as a treat would stop me making a fuss when my Mum was going shopping or having a bit of "me-time" for herself.

Going on holiday to Bridlington where we stayed in a caravan we would go on trips, boat rides and play on the beach and in the evening's we would go to a show or walk along the cliff top to Sewerby where we met friends and family at the ship inn all the kids would play and have pop and crisps we did this every year until I was 15

My father singing my brother and I to sleep in the evenings

My dad making me fish finger sandwiches for breakfast.
We were always the first up in the morning so it was a special time when I got Dad to myself.

On the pebbly beach at the Bay of Nigg, Aberdeenshire, skimming stones into the sea, with my parents and brother and sister. Simple pleasures on our annual holiday to Scotland.