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Too many memories to write
Member Name: rojm
Date: 05/07/12, updated on 31/05/13 (186 review reads)
Disadvantages: if they were sad
I remember lots from my childhood and mainly have good or harmless memories.
I remember my eldest sister who I thought was the best she used to take me places and even took me shopping with her friends when she was 18 and I was only 4. She used to pay a childs fare of 4 pence on the bus and tell me not to tell my mum and I never did.
She took me to get my ears pierced when I was 5.
When I was 7 I was told she was adopted by my mum and dad (my mum told me). I asked a couple of questions but was told that my sister loved my mum and dad and they loved her so they chose each other but I wasn't to tell my sister. What did I do! Of course I told my sister and she asked what I had been told and then filled me in on the full story.
When I was 7 or 8 my sister got married me and my other sister were bidesmades. She told me not long after that she was going to have a baby. Once she had my nephew we saw her, but not as much as I would have liked and at 11 I became his godmother. Soon we never saw her at all because of some row or other with my parents. Although I do remember near mothers day my dad telling her she had better turn up and visit my mum and she came with a little box of chocolates.
I remember me and my sister going camping with her and her husband and son but not a lot else.
My earliest memory is when I was about 2 or 3 and sitting in a low chair (a high chair that could be made lower) eating cornflakes. Then when I was a bit older, maybe 3 or 4, my other sister who is 5 years older than me sitting me in the chair when we were playing house and making me eat biscuits mixed with water so it was like baby food. She wouldn't let me out until I had eaten it all and threatened that if I told my mum she would say I had got loads of biscuits and eaten them all. As I was young I believed I would get in to trouble if she did this so I ate it all.
I remember growing up with my sister (real sister) and as we got older my mum and dad used to let her babysit me sometimes, but she didn't like being on her own so she would let me get up when they had gone out. One night my dad came back for something and I had to run up the stairs but as he was going back out he said to my sister don't let her stay up too late. After that I would never go downstairs when they went out I was scared my mum would find out so I used to sit at the top of the stairs and read and we would shout to each other.
My sister and I used to argue a lot but if anyone including my parents tried to intervene we turned on them.
My sister was good enough to let me hang around with her and her friends but only because one of her friends had a sister around my age. So we used to all hang around together.
One evening when we were playing out people decided to play on a lorry that had been doing some work. My sister said to me if anyone shouts I will lie down with you that way no one will know we are here. (she had done that the night before when all the others had climbed out. Me being the smallest I couldn't get out without help but ................ after we had been playing for around 10 mins a lady shouted at us my sister lay down and I was the first off the lorry and down the street.
Thinking about it I must have been quite easily led by my sister as it was her that taught me knock a door and to knock and ask for newspapers, then knock again and leave them. She also taught me how to tie the old fashiond door knockers together on a street and pull from one end then pull to snap it. The thing was we always did it on her friends street and left her door out and the old ladies next door, so I think people had a pretty good idea it was us.
I remember when we got a car for the first time, we thought WOW. It was a vauxhall viva XL (Ithink) and we used to pile in with friends to go places like hollingworth lake and we always hoped we could sit in the boot. (ARRRRHH so scarey now).
We were so pleased when we got a telephone and our friend from across the road ran in to phone us but had to come and ask our number.
Holidays - The first family holiday I remember packing up the car as we were going to stay in a caravan in Cornwall for two weeks. My mum had packed 2 bigs sacks of food to take with us and we were going to be meeting up with my Aunty and Uncle who where country and western singers.
The car was packed and my dad left a little gap so he could see through the back window. There were no seatbelts in the backs of cars then so we had our quilts with us so we could sleep on the way down as we were setting off in the middle of the night.
That holiday I remember seeing my Aunty and Uncle perform - it was great.
Even after they had moved away from Cornwall we still visited and enjoyed the caravan sites. As my sister got older she often invited a friend along.
My mum and dad have always worked hard from when I was about 4 or 5 my mum worked nights so on a Saturday afternoon my dad looked after us and he taught me to play cards and would make chips in a bag for us. When my mum was waiting for him to come home before she could go to bed I used to do her hair, she let me put bobbles in etc. Thinking back it was probably because she was very tired.
My grandparents play a part in my childhood memories. Each day after school my mum used to visit her parents that lived on the same street. I remember my nan getting ill and the bed being downstairs and one day my mum crying and pretending she wasn't when I asked why.
My nana used to save 5 pence pieces and when it was her grandchildrens birthdays she would give us 50p in 5 pence pieces.
My dads mum (I don't remember my grandad on this side he died before I was born) use to walk to church every sunday until we started driving her and my dad picking her up. Although even before we had a car my dad would walk to church to walk her home.
I could waffle on lots more but I would just go on forever.
My dad was a new man before they existed and I had a happy childhood although I do remember my parents rowing quite a lot
Summary: quite happy
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