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...

Family holiday in Italy that year. I was ten. My dad tricked me into eating rabbit by telling me it was probably lamb. After I tried it and liked it he told me it was rabbit and I was furious with him for making me eat a cute bunny.
The rest of the summer would have been Fimo and Famous Five books.

Probably getting ready do go out and get pissed. I could down a pint in one easily by that stage.

Mummyoflittledragon

I was 20, had been with my boyfriend almost 2 years, got engaged in a couple of months and next year is our 30th wedding anniversary

moving house, getting my first cat and moving schools from one where I was bullied to one I loved.

I was working abroad and having the time of my life.
Think I was D.J ing in Ibiza before moving to Portugal.

Thanks Dione

11 yrs old and shotting myself that secondary school was going to be like Grange Hill.

I also has a shite home made haircut.

I spent a lot of that summer on my rollerboots and trying to perfect flick flcks in the back garden.

*shitting not shotting!

It was the summer backdropped with Lady in Red.

I was 17, thought I was made of chocolate and on holiday in....Beccles.

It was the last time I hear last year in the UK.

I was 7 so probably at my childminders house (not at this time of night obvs) playing with other children that she looked after. They were the days.

16. Had just had my 16th birthday and got my O'Grade results which were good. Was cycling 8 miles a day to get to and from my summer job in a village store.

I was 10 years old, appallingly shy and timid. The complete polar opposite from how I turned out.

Glad you all like the thread

tosto - that's a very good way of thinking in fact it's given me some food for thought for tonight!

ohidoliketobe - Glad everything worked out in the end - good grief what a scenario - at least you grew up with close relatives all the same age!!

soupmaker i was just going into my ograde year i was the last year before standard grades and they have gone too

in my second year of university and racked with depression and anxiety.

I was starting reception in a month.

16 months and probably babbling my mum's ear off and running about like a loon!

I was 6 months old and living on an RAF base way down south. That's all I know!

I was 18, getting ready to start art school, mooching around with my boyfriend being a little bit pretentious but enjoying discovering so many books and films and music and art, it was all so novel, felt very grown - up. I miss the exciting feeling of everything being ahead of me more than I miss my long Auburn hair and young firm body ( although I do miss them a bit!)

My DS1 is 18 now, he is away for the weekend and I am clearing out his bedroom, packing away all his old school mementoes and the last few toys and books ( unlike me he is not sentimental). He is hopefully leaving home quite soon, it's making me alternate between excitement and sadness. He won't be coming back often.

I would be 6. We would have been on holiday in a four berth static caravan in Tenby with my parents and grandparents and other relatives and we'd be packed in like the cast of Das Boot.

It would have almost certainly be raining and we would be getting fractious after being couped up. The adults would have been watching the Test Match (also probably rain interrupted) and if we were lucky we might get taken to the on site pub for a vimto and a bag of crisps on a damp. picnic table whilst the adults boozed it up inside. Every few hours one would pop out with more pop and crisps.

I would have been six, and playing office (using my mum's coffee table and a stack of magazines for letters), and probably sat in one of my nan's amazing home-knitted dresses with matching "over-knickers"................they went over your knickers and protected your modesty should you fall over in public.

I still don't get it 30 years later.

I was 15 and pregnant and very scared. 'Papa Don't Preach' by Madonna was constantly on the radio......

I was minus 6!

Enjoying the endless summer holiday that existed when I was 6, running around in the garden and riding my bike up and down the road. Ahhh, nostalgia.