What Makes Things Special?

Mum and dad couldn't afford to take us away on holiday until we were in our early teens.
They never owned a car in all their lives, so for dad's summer break they would buy us all weekly rail runabout tickets. We would spend days out at different seaside resorts. The whole day would be spent on the beach. It was the highlight of the year !

One of my earliest and happiest memories is standing on tiptoe by the side of the pram in our back garden, tickling my baby sister, who must have been about five months old. She was laughing as only a baby can, and it filled me with joy. I must have been three and a half.

Appropriately enough my Gran is my happiest memory through my childhood.
Not any one memory in particular, she just made me feel happy, loved & special!