Childhood Memories

Everyone has some memories of there childhood. Some you will cherish forever and some you would rather forget no doubt. I have a fair few memory's both good and bad,so ill share a few good ones with you all First thing i can remember is my second xmas, i got a little cooking set with apron and wooden spoon that kind of thing so i could help my mummy in the kitchen(not that i was really allowed,it ended up at nana's instead so i could help her) i loved it to bits. A little flour man,made out of plastic he was black and white, i got the whole set.must have been one of those where you collected so many tokens or something like that ,that nana ...  Read the complete review

We all have some kind of childhood memorys, and most of us cling to the happiest ones, where we had no worries but what cartoon was on next and whether mum would give us money to go to the shop for sweets. I was born in 1990, so at the moment I am 19. Looking back on my childhood there are some strange and wonderful memorys that come to me. The first thing that I remember when I think about my childhood is Christmas, in my house like many other houses, was magical, I like many other children loved the fun and mystery around suprise presents and santa coming. Even now I become a big child around the Christmas period. I also remember when I ...  Read the complete review

I have some very good childhood memories, and I also have, I wouldnt called them bad memories, but one's that I would rather not remember. I think that my first earliest memory was when I was about three years old on a day trip to the beach at blackpool. Although I cant remember much about it, I can remember splashing about in the sea. Another memory of mine is when My uncle got married and I was his page boy. I had to wear my very suit, which I didnt like very much, as I can clearly remember screaming in the church and throwing my jacket on the floor, much to the disaproval of my parents. One memory I would like to forget was when I was nine years old, ...  Read the complete review

It was a glorious summer morning in August 1967, the so-called Summer of Love. Hippies with flowers in their hair were cheerfully making asses of themselves in San Francisco, American jets were dropping industrial amounts of heavy ordnance on North Vietnam, Engelbert Humperdink was top of the 'Hit Parade', Thunderbirds were 'Go' and the five-year-old me was making his way to school for the very first time. With me on that country lane leading into a small Scottish village were my mum, cousin Hattie (also five) and her mum, Auntie Jean. It was to be my first taste of formal education and I was excited by the prospect. There had been no nursery school for me, no ...  Read the complete review

Isn't it weird how we all carry some sort of childhood memories? All are unique in there own way and some are more significant than others. No matter who you are or where you've grown up you will have at least some recollection of events and occurrences that happened as you were making your way through the early years of your life. I am no exception and have a list as long as my arm that I could talk about. Some I remember with fondness whilst others I still cringe at when I think about them but the thing about them is they have played their part in shaping me into the person I am today. If I lived in the past I could blame my insecurity on the fact that my friends did a ...  Read the complete review