Does anyone else's memory of their childhood seem to consist exclusively of sunny days?
I remember playing out on our bikes until late, going to the ice cream man, going on day trips and to the beach, eating in the garden, having barbecues, having to fight off hordes of wasps to throw anything in a bin outside, etc.
I don't have one memory of a rubbish day where we couldn't play out, or a trip we took which was rained off, even though by the logic of growing up in northern Britain there must probably have been more rubbish days than nice ones!