I'm having difficulty recalling anything really special from childhood.
My maternal grandmother died when I was 9 and is remembered as being very stern. Did basic dressmaking for neighbours and was the first in the street to get a fridge. Maternal grandfather was more laid back, enjoyed a few too many bevvies and did as he was told. He came to live with us after granny dies and was a nice man.
Paternal grandparents were much older and as they had 11 children who also had lots of children, I don't think they knew who we were half the time. Lived in a really old house with an outside well, up a lane.
My parents existed together. Mother never went out, father did.... fond of a drink and a game of cards. He was the kindest of men and provided what warmth there was. Mother I think was depressed, certainly not social, and found a lot to criticize.
No family holidays or outings.
And yet I didn't really be aware of being unhappy, it was just how it was.
Not a lot of effort was put into making sure the children were happy (me and my dear brother).
But then I remember going with my friends to the park, 10 minutes away. Spending hours at the beach, a towel under our arm, no worries of health and safety. Taking the swings up as high as possible. And the white canvas plimsolls whitened and drying on the back yard wall in the sunshine.
I think that anything that gives a warm glow is special.
The birth of my son and his happiness and being friends as grownups.
My stepsons telling me they love me.
My lovely DH.
Special is emotions.