I remember playing in the sand, aged 2 and a half, the heat of the sun, my mum and dad laughing as I dropped my ice cream cone and scooped it back up with my hands as it melted. Happy days in Cornwall.
Playing on the stone steps with my Godmother's mother , we lived up Cragg Vale above Mytholmroyd and my godmother had the farm cottage lower down the hill. i was about 3 i think.
this was our house
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I remember my grandad very well. He used to have a chair in his kitchen and liked a glass of orange barley drink which he let me sip. I was nearly 3 when he died so the memory must be a very early one
When I was 2 or 3 I was running to my neighbours with my mum for shelter from firing by fighter jets. And I also remember I had a bag of monkey nuts with me.
I think I was about 4 years old when I had a lovely doll with a porcelain head, for Christmas. Very excited I remember running round to show the lady next door. Then I fell in her driveway and the back of the doll's head was smashed to bits. Fortunately the face was OK, and mum stuffed the head with cotton wool, and put it's bonnet back on. What a Christmas Day, I think my screams could have been heard for miles.