I read a great post on Cup of Jo recently all about childhood memories – the comments were the very best part of the post.
And that got me thinking, what were mine, my core childhood memories? Collating and reading the Maggie and Kay letters has meant I’ve been thinking about my childhood a lot of late, but mostly in a general way – I’ve found it interesting to see what Mum thought about something relating directly to me – I’m not likely to forget that she described me as chubby!
I would say that I have a mixed bag of core childhood memories. Here’s a few that came to mind:
- Long, hot Summers in Ulverston
- Gran crocheting each of her five grand daughters a scarf and a matching beret. Mine were tangerine in colour (and probably acrylic) and the beret was huge. I put it on and it fell down over my face. My Gran’s response? “Your sister and cousin told me you had a big head.”
- Late Sunday afternoon visits to the corner shop for a quarter (4ozs) of sweets. I almost always chose Midget Gems or Parkinson’s Thins.
- Sliding down the storm drains in the park near our flat in Kowloon, Hong Kong. On occasion, we would be chased off by the park keeper (presumably because it was actually quite dangerous).
- Spending Saturday afternoons curled up of the floor of the front porch (when it was sunny) with Enid Blyton‘s Malory Towers.
- Friday evening swimming lessons at Livingstone Street baths – a magnificent Victorian red brick building opposite the Whitbread brewery, and long since demolished.
- Air cadet Summer camps in the early ’80s – RAF Waddington, RAF Halton and RAF Coltishall.