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playing shops at my grandmother's house

Our family holidays to Wales, especially the one where all 3 of us kids got chickenpox !

Sunday outings to Scarborough where my friend Jill and I led donkeys up and down the beach in return for a free ride (worth sixpence) at the end of the day. Oh and an ice cream was always included. It was always sunny, of course!

Sunny Sundays in Scarborough, leading donkey rides up and down the sands in return for a free ride at the end of the day. I was around 7 at the time. Don't think H&S would allow it now!

Spending weeks during the summer holidays in North Wales.

Being one of the children to take part in the Maundy ceremony with the Queen. I really felt special!

I don't have many memories apart from most bad ones but ones I do I treasure like my uncle used to live in Cornwall when I was about 4 and we used to go there on holiday or when I went to my nans she was forever baking cakes for the kids and chocolate or toffee apples x

Being taken to The Odeon on a Saturday morning with my brother and then going to British Home Stores for our cheese puffs before getting some momey to spend.

Feeding my little brother mud pies with real worms (at his request) = my Mum was not too pleased!

Going up to the end of my Nan's garden and feeding her hens, collecting their eggs and picking mint leaves ( she would ALWAYS make me mint sauce which i would just eat out of the bowl )

My grandma taking me to the water park every weekend in the summer and buying me flying saucer sweets which I in turn used the sherbert to make her tea instead of sugar and bless her she forced herself to drink it to keep me happy lol.

I have this wonderful memory of an outing with my Grandparents when I was quite young, and I was in the middle holding one of each of their hands, skipping and jumping as I walked, and my Nana told me to stop and 'walk properly', whilst Grandad just smiled. I loved them dearly, still do. It is the only memory I have before they became quite frail and more housebound, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Feeding the chickens in my grandparents back garden.

Visiting my grandparents at weekends, going for a walk with my Grandad, we used to go to the sweet shop on the corner of the road and I'd choose my little bag of sweets from all the huge sweet jars then I would sit on the doorstep of a shop while my grandad went in. I loved these times with my grandad and he always told me not to tell my nan where we'd been. We'd go to the park on the way back home and he would recount stories of when he was a builder and part-time fireman in the war. It wasn't until later in life I realised the sweets were a bribe so he could go into the bookies. I loved him to bits and whenever I see an old fashioned sweet shop, I have to go in and get a quarter of humbugs or sherbert lemons. He really was a bit of an old rogue but my most favourite person in the world which was rocked when he passed away when I was 15. Rest in Peace Grandad

Going on holiday with the whole family and my mum and nan dancing around the caravan in hula hula skirts and wigs!

Going with my father, mother, sister and brother to collect a real Christmas tree a week prior to Christmas each year, a real treat in the late 40's and 50's.

My mum saving up her 2ps as money was tight so we could go and have a play in the arcades with them then go through the illuminations eating chips and gravy as a treat