Your favourite childhood memory?

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For me,

It was my mum,brother and I laughing in her bedroom one night. He rolled off the bed, landed on a plug and did a comedy sketch 😂

My parents split shortly after. The family decimated. House gone.

I remember that evening so clearly! We laughed like drains.

What's your favourite childhood memory?

Being with my Mother when the thing she was married to was out.

Rolling down a huge hill on holiday!

Ooh and when Santa left me a bike for Christmas!!!!

Spending a few weeks with my great-grandma when I was about 3. The smell and taste of fresh, raw milk, no water in the house, mud roads, the rain when I thought frogs were jumping out of the sky, the geese I chased into a corner trying to chase them, the cockerel that attacked me one day going to the outside loo. My earliest, loveliest memories.

Riding on the back of a motorbike behind my lovely dad

Days out in Cambridge with my dad - as a former student there he could take out punts from his college and one day he got us all the way down to Grantham where we had cream team in a lovely cafe garden by the river.

Playing with my cousins in their forest and exploring, long days spent outside playing imaginative games.

On holiday, especially a holiday to America where we travelled down the east coast, I was 11 and starting to take an interest in history and culture, and we as a family were all so happy together.

Being a bridesmaid (the only one) aged 4.
Parents of the bride were my godmother and her husband (the vicar officiating).
Reception at the vicarage, which was a lot like the first house in 4 Weddings.
Lovely day, lovely people, only downside was that my mother wouldn't let me have a taste of champagne (but I have made up for this).
Oh and presenting the bride's bouquet to her mother's (my godmother) with a courtesy. My lovely godmother said she would prefer a kiss, which she got.

Being babysat by my mums lovely Auntie Betty. She always spoiled me rotten. I was allowed to eat cake for meals and stay up as late as I liked, and she let me play with her typewriter which I thought was amazing. She passed 5 years ago at 95 years old and we were always close and those are the memories I treasure most.

Yes , the big family Christmasses where we all gathered at my grandparents' house. Playing games in the afternoon with my cousins. Opening family presents in the evening, followed by a carol singing session.

Then we'd do the same the next day, often at our house, with the other side of the family.

As kids, these are the best kind of Christmas.

Summer of 1976 it was a long hot heatwave summer. I was 8 and my much older brother was home for the summer from Uni. Sunbathing in the garden with the radio on, long warm evenings.

Dancing around my bedroom with my DDad the day I got my uni offer. Both in our PJs although he had his dressing gown on. He’d gone down for the paper, seen the letter and woken me up to open it.

Earlier, dancing to Buddy Holly with DDad in the kitchen aged about 4.

Doing the crossword on a lazy Bank Holiday Monday with DM.

DSis and I sprawled in the living room with all the Sunday papers.

Such a lucky, lovely childhood and adolescence.

Hay and horse at grannies and she had a peach tree. The smell of a sweet, warm peach takes me right back sometimes.

The day I was sent outside for being a nuisance and told not to come back until I caught a feral cat. I was about 8/9. I caught a feral cat and can still see the scratches.

My mum sitting on my bed to say night night before going to a party/function. She was v beautiful and would wear bright, 60s sugar candy colours - pink, turquoise, green and show me the Sobrani cocktail cigarettes to match in her cigarette case - once I remember she had matching little flowers pinned into the curls in her up do. I can still smell the Shalimar.

I have a lovely memory of a pretend balloon ride, when I was about seven years old, and fascinated by hot air balloons. In the garden, my mum and uncle helped me to stand in a big basket, telling me it was a balloon basket - I couldn't see it was just our big laundry basket, because I was blindfolded. The basket was lifted into the air, and I was told about the tiny fields, animals, trees, and houses below me; and when my balloon landed, and I was allowed to see again, I discovered that I had "flown" from one end of the long garden to the other.

I learned later they went to great lengths to make it convincing - when I "took off", they told me to put my hands on my mum's shoulder, who was sitting on a chair outside the basket: and when my uncle lifted the basket, my mum crouched down, so that I would feel as if I was really going up, even though I was actually only a few inches off the ground. I couldn't see anything at all, and I remember really believing I was up high! It was the greatest piece of magic I ever remember.

Lying out on the sunbed on the gravel patio, cloud watching when summer had turned to chilly autumn and I was all wrapped up in blankets.
Playing tennis on the lawn and being hysterical with laughter at missing the shots in a mad way.
Looking at the pictures in 'the beard book' with my grandmother in her bed. It was a book of da Vinci paintings.

I love all these!

Saving big round brown pennies to buy a book. Finally getting the book. The world opened.

My dad worked abroad for weeks or months at a time. My favourite memories are picking him up from the airport, going to the neon lit airport bar, being treated to a fizzy drink and crinkly seabrookes crisps, putting tunes in the jukebox and having a dance

I must have been around 4 and living with my sisters and parents in a flat and my dad got really excited pointing to the sky saying he could see Santa and his sleigh doing a practice run. I was so excited and sure I convinced myself that I saw Santa and heard the bells.

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Hay and horse at grannies and she had a peach tree. The smell of a sweet, warm peach takes me right back sometimes.

The day I was sent outside for being a nuisance and told not to come back until I caught a feral cat. I was about 8/9. I caught a feral cat and can still see the scratches.

My mum sitting on my bed to say night night before going to a party/function. She was v beautiful and would wear bright, 60s sugar candy colours - pink, turquoise, green and show me the Sobrani cocktail cigarettes to match in her cigarette case - once I remember she had matching little flowers pinned into the curls in her up do. I can still smell the Shalimar.

Oh, the feral cat was funny. 😃

Il love childhood Memories xx

Sitting on my mum's knee, by the fire. Cosy. Leaning my head on her ample bosom and soft jumper.

That she let me have really heavy bedclothes. We didn't know we were autistic, back then.

Being in my Gran’s house sitting by the gas fire. Going into the freezing cold kitchen to get a biscuits for us all from the biscuit barrel. I can still remember the brass handle on the top that gave a wee squeak if you moved it.

My favourite memories are from Christmas Eve. We would wake in the middle of the night, so excited and bleary-eyed to see if Fr Christmas had left us stockings at the foot of our beds.

I cannot describe how magical and amazing it was to see them there! I was beside myself with joy to think 'He'd' been in my room.

My DD came into our room a few years back and said, "He's been!!!". It was just wonderful to see the magic and wonderful memories starting all over again.