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Swinging in a little wooden swing set up in an inside doorway so mummy could keep an eye on me .

When it was one Christmas morning, my sister and I woke up to see a baby kitten in a little box, with christmas wrapping paper surrounding it, his little head just peeping out at us, we loved that kitty so much, and he lived to be over 18 years old. My lovely step dad had gone out in the snow to get him from a friend, whose cat had kittens , being Christmas eve when he collected him, the kitty was just the right age by then to be the most perfect Christmas present we ever had!!! His name was Smokey, and he meant the world to us two little girls. The most perfect Christmas ever!!!

Picking pears with my godfather in his little orchard. I remember wrapping each one in newspaper and putting them in cardboard boxes. There was always a box for us to take home.

Christmas at my aunties house in the 1960's, all the relatives gathered, a real fire, their little poodle and lots of lovely food, she was the best cook ever. Shes 94 now and still the best.

My Granddad taking all the grandchildren and my uncle (who had down syndrome) to the beach searching for treasure (that he would plant) and the one who from the £5 note would buy all of us a slurpy slurp (which is an ice cream. He was one amazing granddad and I am so privileged to have had him as mine, miss him everyday

Hot beef and onion soup in a flask at school on a cold day

My mum decided to treat me and my brother, she turned up at our school saying we had a dentist appointment. She took us in to town and shopping but best of all she had packed sandwiches and drinks and off we went to the cinema with our picnic , I felt so special. This was over forty years ago, I had one very special mum ❤️

Going down the "passage" at the back of my nans house to the back gate of my grandnans house and digging by the coal bunker to find lead soldiers my dad had buried there as a child.

It's so hard to choose one memory of my childhood when there are so many which I cherish but the one that comes to mind is Christmas at home with mum and dad, two older brothers and younger sister who has grown up to be my best friend. I was born in 1954 and Sandra 1959 and so we were playmates. Mum used to cook us all a fried breakfast after we unwrapped our presents. then after we had eaten, the big moment came! There were 2 big parcels of gifts posted from my older sister who married and went to live in America when I was four. What excitement! Beautiful dresses, dolls, books and chocolate and chewing gum for us girls. I always remember that after dinner everyone fell asleep and we couldn't get anyone to play games with us. I suppose they did after the nap but I can't remember. At tea-time the famous sherry trifle appeared with the walnuts on top which was only made by mum on special occasions. Christmas time seemed forever when we were young. How I would love to go back and live my childhood over again. The happiest days of my life.

Picking wild mushrooms with my brother and Mum near the Roman Wall where we lived - great fun until Mum got chased by a bull once!

Building my first electronic circuit using an intergrated circuit (ic) in the eighties. It only required a few components and it’s purpose was to flash a Light Emitting Diode (LED) on and off continuously. With the right size battery it could operate for about a year. The circuit was simple and it worked first time, I thought it was great.

my dad finishing his shift with british rail.smelling the coal smoke on him. and me running up the road to meet him...he swept me up in his arms and hugged me(a rare thing)......

My favourite childhood memory is when I used to stay overnight at my Nans. She had an amazing feather bed that I slept in. In was like having a great big cuddle as I went to sleep. I wish they still had beds like it!

Spending time with my pony friends and sleeping in a wood in the horses field in a tent made from a stretched out piece of plastic tied to trees. Only to be woken by the ponies pinching our breakfast in the morning. Pure childhood joy.

Our first holiday when I was 9 was a week in Hunstanton. We played on the beach and ate "Funny Face" ice cream lollies. Stayed in a caravan with a toilet and shower block at the end of the field but it felt like a 5 star hotel.

My favourite childhood memory is walking into a Library, for the first time, I love to read, had lot's of books, but when at the age of seven, we moved from Manchester to Sale, to a newly built house, we went to the local shops, just across the road, there was the most wonderful building in the whole world, a Library! Oh how I look loved it, so many books, I was in heaven, and forty odd years later, I still love books, and even though I've been living in Eccles for over twenty four years, that little library still holds s special place in my ? x

This will be weird but I fell down stairs and wound up in hospital which gave me time to read all the Enid Blyton Mallory Towers books without being told to go outside and play! I loved it, haha.

I had an aunt who never married and she would take me out for the day . We would go to the nearest big town and I was always indulged with someting nice to take home with me .

My fondest memory was travelling back with my mother to England from USA age 5 to meet my family of Aunts and Uncles in Cambridge for the first time. It was magical.

We had a small farm.Trusty,my little, old,skewbald pony had a felt saddle and was what they called bomb proof.My mother used to put chickens feathers in my hair and drew make up on my face, like war paint and I was a Red Indian,just Trusty and I,busy for hours.Magical.Sometimes he would stand whilst I picked blackberries.We hid behind hedges,holding our breath, when cowboys went past.

I have lots of lovely memories of my childhood. One of them is going to the colliery in the village to see my Dad, my Grandfather and my Uncles who all worked in the blacksmith shop there. The park was nearby so I would spend some time on the swings before walking home. Those were the days when you could walk anywhere and Mum wouldn't worry about you because you were safe.

Taking regular walks in beautiful Blenheim Park with my Mum and her twin sister and my younger brother, where we could walk down by the old bridge to the lake or visit the old spring, often coming home with fresh new-laid eggs for tea from one of their tenant farmers. We never tired of the views and the changing colours.

Asking for a new doll's pram for Christmas as my old one was falling apart. I did't realise at the time that my parents were short of money but was delighted by the pram I received on Christmas day. I didn't know that it was old one which had been restored by my mum. It meant the world to me.

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going to visit my mum's Auntie Ethel . . . l was fascinated by her fireplace which needed to be 'blacked'

When my Dad came home from being at sea for long periods we would go to the cake shop and buy lots of cakes for me and my two sisters he was such a great man gone but not forgotton