That's me in the garden writing a letter.
Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
What memories from
your childhood do you treasure most?
Here are a few of mine:
Family day trips - my dad loved to take us on outings in the countryside. Sometimes extended family would come along and we would all have a picnic and walk - it made the outing even more exciting.
The gathering of family and friends to enjoy parties, picnics and afternoon games of tennis.
Wandering the farm creating imaginary worlds and friends.
Escaping into the world of literature - a lifelong love that has remained.
Being introduced to classical music.
Been read to as a child.
Singing hymns on Sunday evenings.
Cosying up to the wood fire on a Sunday afternoon in winter.
Enjoying the clothes my mother handmade for me.
The smell of mowed lawn on a Saturday afternoon in summer.
Having long conversations with my cousin late into the night when all others had gone to bed.
Lying on the grass and watching the clouds float by imaging they were dogs or cats or mice.
Swinging high on the swing pretending it was taking me across the sea to exotic places.
. . . and my dad's potato pancakes on Sunday evenings which we covered with tomato sauce.