Month: February 2013

I really can’t remember how old I was… young enough to get away with trouble and old enough to realise that my sister and I would be a pretty great team for the rest of my life.
We were living in Germany and my sister and I shared a room which had a stable door.
The room was a tip and having been told to ‘put our skates on and get cleaning’, my father appeared half an hour later to find us rollerskating around the piles of clothes and teddies on the floor.
I miss those moments.

Submitted by Zara de Haldevang. You can follow her on Twitter here: @ZeedeH

A visit to the sweet shop after school, aged 7.
Jars and jars of colourful sweets and chews.
Then they cost about 1p [pence] each.
I had 10p to spend.
I can still remember the sound of bonbons hitting the metal scale as a quarter pound was weighed.

Submitted by Neil Daniels.

The sounds from Dad mowing the lawns.
Just the smell of fresh cut grass brings that memory back.
I was maybe five. Or six.

Submitted anonymously.

My dad runs across the yellow garden shouting at grandpa to stop.
Grandpa is giving me a sneaky cigarette though i am barely four.
It tastes of cinnamon. 

Submitted by Danny Noble.