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Cardboard sliding down the hills with my dad

Playing in old air raid shelters at the back of our house.

I remember the one and only time my mum got ‘tidally’ on the Christmas sherry. She was a dour, hard, unsmiling sort of woman, and this was the only time I ever saw a different side to her.

Playing with my first puppy.

My mum getting appendicitis on the first day of a two week holiday in Cornwall and then living on jam sandwiches for the rest of the holiday, thanks Dad, and I haven't eaten one since. That was about 1960.

My first day at school and being allowed to climb on the Monkey Jungle bars in the school hall while waiting for the teacher to allocate us to our classroom .

Picking and shelling peas with my Nan in her tiny garden, and her showing me her bunny rabbits (snapdragons).

I was around 10 years old and my sister was 8 , we wanted to go to the cinema but didn't have enough money , so I dressed my sister as a baby and she climbed into a pram , we attempted to enter the cinema , unfortunately the lady at the sweets kiosk rumbled us and we had to leave , we still laugh about it now , I don't know how we ever thought we could get away with it .

Back in the days of no seatbelts, when you could have no space and sit in the boot, I remember sitting there with my cousin, Wild Thing by the Troggs was playing and we both started dancing like hippies, all passengers in other cars were laughing their heads off and our car was full of giggles

Playing with the two enormous cart horses who lived in the field behind my house - winding between those giant legs, and having them whiffle in my face, and feeding them the occasional ice cream cone. I still remember their names, Dick and Prince. They started my lifelong love affair with animals.

When I could go stay with my Grandparents, that was when I was my happiest.

Family gatherings when my father and his elder and younger brothers reminisced together. Their stories could be either hilarious or sad as they grew up through tough times. Life for them, as children, was hard, but they got through it by being there for each other.

Being taken to Kingston-upon-Thames with my mum, dad and sisters for the day to visit my dad's family. I must have only been around 4 years old. Dad's older sister lived in the family home with an outside toilet, spiders and all. No toilet paper, just old newspaper torn into pieces hung from a nail on the door. This would have been in the mid to late fifties. Dad passed away in 1985 and I know very little about his family.

Sledging down my local golf course hill with playmates and aiming for the small bridge which linked both parts of the course and trying not to fall in the frozen stream which ran beneath the bridge- a bit dangerous but we all survived! Great fun was had by all.

My favourite memory is when my birth mother travelled up to Fraserburgh in Scotland from Sheffield to see me. She took me to the shops and held my hand and bought me a red London toy bus. It was lovely to see my mother again. I was eight and she had previously travelled from Sheffield to Fraserburgh to give me to her sister who adopted me when I was 2 and a half.

My grandmother picking me up from school in the winter and getting home to a real fire and crumpets. I dried my hair whilst sat on the hearth rug and eating them.

My Nanny's jacket potatoes on a Saturday night whilst watching the Generation Game. Such simple pleasures but just perfect!

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

To enter simply tell us... What's your favourite childhood memory?
going to visit my mum's Auntie Ethel . . . l was fascinated by her fireplace which needed to be 'blacked'

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 .