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Yes, it’s all embarrassing again but doesn’t involve poo this time… When I was at primary school we did PE (physical education) in pants (underpants) and vests (undershirts). This all works incre...


November 18, 2015

... Age six.

The summer after I turned six was my first holiday abroad. We hired a tent on a camp site in Brittany (northern France). There was row after row of identical brown and orange tents (it was the se...


November 16, 2015

...aged 2

I’m going back in time now! I walked into the staff room at lunchtime and ran, slap bang, into a 7 foot tall Pudsey Bear which reminded me of this story. My mum had taken us (big sis, big bro an...


November 14, 2015

Aged five.

Another primary school toilet story! This one is extremely gross!! Again I was utterly, absolutely busting for a wee and went through the heavy, green wooden door into the corridor. I did that n...


November 12, 2015

Aged four (yet another!)

I was that kid who never really knew what was going on. The world spun at a different angle from me but I wasn’t ignorant of this fact. I was aware that other kids seemed to know what was going o...


November 09, 2015

... Age four (starting school)

I don’t think that actually starting school was as traumatic as my visit since I don’t actually remember my first day! The classroom was still very much the same except it had people I knew rath...


November 08, 2015

... Aged four (holiday story).

This was our second visit to the sloping gardened house in Dorset. The lizards were still there and I had the most beautiful purple, flowery swimsuit (remember, this was the seventies so you know...


I mentioned nursery school earlier so I thought I’d tell you these memories. Mrs Wharton ran her nursery from her home, a double fronted, Edwardian house. It was always a little shabby and we wer...


November 06, 2015

... Age four

I was the next one to start school. My sister had started a few months after we arrived in England in 1971. My brother started in 1973 and, in 1975 it was my turn. My mum took me along to the sc...


November 05, 2015

Age three (the last one)

For two years in a row we went on holiday to Dorset. The first time was when I was three. We stayed in a house with a long, steeply sloped garden, at the bottom was a gate which led to a footpath...


November 04, 2015

... Age three (story two).

My first real memory is of li’l sis being born. It’s a series of snap shots and gifs in my mind but they all blend together to create this memory. I remember that it was sunny, the living room w...


November 03, 2015

... Age three

I can’t tell stories from memories earlier than 3, I can only tell what I’ve been told. My earliest memory was at 3. However, this first was not my memory but my mum’s memory and I used to love h...


November 02, 2015

...When you were a baby.

When we moved to Yorkshire town, dad was on a temporary contract so we lived in a rented house. It was a typical 1930’s semi detached house in the area of town that dad was told that we had to li...


November 01, 2015

... Born

The girls, especially Talaia, often ask me about my childhood. They start with the sentence “Tell me a story about when you were…” and finish with an age. I thought that this is what I could do w...


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The girls often ask me this question, followed by an age. I have decided to write them down…