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zabado | 17:56 Wed 12th Mar 2014 | ChatterBank
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What's your favorite childhood memory ?. Mine is getting an old lorry inner tube and repairing it with my bicycle repair kit, inflating it at the local garage then putting an onion sack inside it. Then going swimming in the river near the golf course and digging golf balls out of the mud to sell back to the golfers. On the way back home we could buy bottles of Tizer and a large bag of sweets like black jacks, sports mixtures and fruit salad. Home for a bath and school tomorrow.
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you had a bath on a school night lol
I have to really really search my memory for any childhood incidents - vast swathes of my childhood experience are simply not there.

I am aware that as an adolescent, my personna deeply disappointed my father who was in the RAF during the war, and saw it as his role to raise me as if I were doing National Service.

So I guess I really don't have any favourite memories, on account of an absence of any real memories at all - with one exception.

When I was seven, we were given sheets of sugar paper (older AB'ers will remember these) - they are about the size of a modern A3 sheet, and asked to write a story. I filled both sides of mine, and two more, and was sent to show my efforts to the headmistress.

That showed an early gift for writing that I still have to this day.
School holidays (I didn't like school) and playing outside all day, and only going inside to eat dinner and tea.
my first portion of mushrooms and thinking someone had dropped coal dust on them and then finding them absolutely delicious
Going out in the woods all day with a picnic and 3 or 4 friends and coming back with armloads of bluebells. We were abut 7 or 8. No-one would dream of allowing it these days, including me with my daughter.
My Mother had made a wedding cake for a relative, she made all the sugar decorations including "vases" made painstakingly by icing criss-cross onto formers, I can see her now spending hours and hours doing this. The cake was waiting collection and my brother bumped against it and one one the corner pieces broke, he was out of the door like a shot and not seen again 'til about 8 o'clock, I felt so pious! He wasn't to know that spares were always available to repair the damage. Oddly enough, no-one was too worried that he'd been gone for so long, imagine that these days.
'Seeing' Santa!

I wasn't too keen in the dark as a kid and slept with the hall light on and my door ajar. One Christmas Eve I saw a shadow pass my bedroom door........it WAS Santa, wasn't it?

My fourth birthday in August '52.My mums brother had been demobed from the RAF and turned up totally unexpected.He'd got two oranges from somewhere and mum peeled them and shared the segments between me and my two sisters and she gave me the odd segment as it was my birthday.I loved oranges ever since and have one most days but I dont think ant have ever tasted like those did.
Me and my best mate used tennis rackets as guitars and danced to records.
We used poster tubes for long microphones like Rod Stewart, lol!
The smell of hot tar and popping tar bubbles.


The thrill of marching on Trinity Sunday as a banner girl and the thud in your tummy as the big drum in the band played.
Playing with the pixies and elves at the bottom of the garden. No-one else could see them but me and my imaginary friends.
Do you still play with them, Ken? lol!
Of course id do. But i don't have a garden, now, so i keep them in a biscuit tin in the kitchen:-)
whizzing down the hill on a home made Go Kart, and old orange box, with a wooden handle, and pram tyres, no brakes of course, right near a main road too, couldn't and wouldn't do it today, wouldn't know where to get an orange box....
tizer my favourite treat, smiths crisps with little blue bag of salt, sherbet lemons, cola cubes and a liquorice strands, or those little liquorice cartwheels, home for bath and bed, but they were free days - school holidays were wonderful
Playing outside after tea. My kids didn't experience that growing up in Africa as it gets dark early but that was just the best time for me and the local group of children.
There's a horse called Fab Lolly going tonight. lol.
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I had forgotten about those little blue bags of salt in crisps. I remember I would end up eating one while I cheered on Rocket man at the Saturday morning pictures. Then with my duffle coat fastened only with the top button, fly arms out stretched all the way home.
Mine has to be joining the Brownies in secret... Our priest forbade me to join a Protestant organisation.....those little proddie dogs weren't fit company for we cathy cats.....and my parents wouldn't disobey the church. I was banned from ever mentioning Brownies.

So one Tuesday....aged seven.... I tagged along with the doomed ones and had the best time of my life.....Week after week and no-one at home seemed to miss me.
Then I ran out of excuses over my lack of uniform and Brown Owl visited my mother to give her a second hand one.......don't know how but I got a new uniform and stayed.
I went on to Guides and then became a Guider....and loved it all.
Going to Grandma's for Sunday tea. Best china, boiled ham, Nestles tinned milk over tinned fruit and a roaring fire in the grate in winter. Happy days indeed.

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