On this day 30 years ago I was...

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Sunning myself in Stresa, Lago Maggiore ..

Now 'stress' would be a more accurate description...

Starting to pack for our house move - into the house we still live in now

I was 11 and just about to ahem start to tax my parents.
Now 20 years ago I had just been to Knebworth.

20... looking forward to my 21st... had met Him-I-Was-to-Marry, thought he was great. He still is!

Today I have just welcomed him home from a week working away, spent half an hour catching up, sent him off to the pub and we will have tea when he gets back - in about 30 minutes... I'll make it while he has a shower.

I am 21, living in London, working at the new CPS, and about a month away from losing my virginity! I haven't met him yet, but the moment I see him I know that it's going to happen with him.

I'm enjoying London life!

I was on a holiday with my fiancé in Yorkshire. We were married 23yrs and for a lot of that time I adored him. Looking back now I can see some clear red flags even then - but I'd never met a narcissist before so was totally unable to put two and two together. So naive and so much in love (and denial !)

On the plus side I have my fab DC, good friends (including some of the now ex in laws ) and couldn't be happier with my new life ! No Regrets on marrying him, but maybe I should have been the one to end it sooner. Who knows.

I was 17, learning to drive, half way through a levels. Partying, working and loving life.

In America , Nannying and not a care in the world .

Between two pregnancies, both of which ended in miscarriage. 1986 was my annus horribilis. However, the following year's pregnancy ended in the birth of DD, so things definitely improved.

Selling ice cream next to the beach, waiting for O Level results.

Getting ready to go back for my last year at school urgh

21 and coming to the end of my nurse training!

I was born 3 days later

I was enjoying the first summer with my eldest DD, who was 10 months old and feeling very hopeful because my DH had secured a stable job.

I was working out with my Sister today, how old the extension on my Mums (now ours) house was, it's 40 years old, this month! Scary stuff this passing of time business.

Waiting for my A level results, but not sure what else.

Lots of us seem to have been 18, 30 years ago.

I was 13, staying with my cousins and rehersing for the End of Summer Show that we put on for our families.

Yup. O Levels for me too. Loved up and working in the local supermarket.

An 8 year old on school holidays. Probably playing with My Little Ponies, Sylvanian Families and Strawberry Shortcake. Oh and brothers Lego of course.

I was 7 and probably at my granny's as I went there in holidays while my mum was at work.

I was 2 and getting used to my new baby sister

12. And about to turn into my DPs worst nightmare.

My parents had been married a year and I wasn't even a blip on their radar yet

I was 1, and if family lore is to be believed, I was stomping around, mushing all my food up together, all snot encrusted (I always had a cold and chest infection, so pretty much had a crust of snot until I was about 10) and throwing the most tremendous temper tantrums. I'd ball up my fists, stamp my foot, and scream until my face turned puce and, sometimes, until I vomited.

30 years on... Still the same

10, sticking John Taylor pictures in scrapbooks during the long deserved summer holiday, after being in Ms Gerlofsma's class for a whole year. Blech, couldn't stand that woman, and she couldn't stand me. Following year's teacher was ace.

I was -6 years and a bit old

Just about to start my first proper job, having dropped out of uni.