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Queendragonfly31-35, F
When dad's friend was standing on the deck next to our boat and playfully swung me in the air, then accidentally dropped me in the sea

SunshineGirl36-40, F
Somehow I'm not surprised that Battenburg features in such a vivid memory of childhood!

When I started boarding school at the age of 7 I was very homesick. My eldest sister was in her last year at the same school and I was allowed to sleep in her room at the weekend when the emotions got really bad. Some of my fondest memories were of time spent with her. I remember once sitting awestruck while she and her friend did each other's make-up, in a sort of David Bowie tribute. I was allowed to watch, but not touch anything or talk 馃槓
Jemimapuddleduck31-35, F
@SunshineGirl It's only by looking back we realise how small we were and all the things we went through at such a tender age.
Thodsis51-55, M
Trips to the coast.

The feeling of dozing in the boot of the car and waking up to sounds of 'I can see the Lavender Farm'.
Followed quickly by 'I can see the sea'.

Coronation chicken and homemade strawberry ice-cream that was never taken out of the freezer in time.

And Blondie. My love of Parallel Lines is from my childhood. :)
Thodsis51-55, M
@ArtieKat Mr Kipling can shove his cake up his own hole!

He is not a maker of nice cakes!
Jemimapuddleduck31-35, F
@Thodsis But he makes exceedingly good cakes!!
Thodsis51-55, M
@Jemimapuddleduck They are exceedingly good cakes if you are very stoned and have the fear of going to the shop and buying better ones.

But better ones exist,

They are in the corner of your local shop.

Lemon cakes. Ginger cakes.

And novelty booze. Bottles that are a bit dusty but still have a price on them.

There is fun to be had... :)
Picklebobble256-60, M
Beautiful post.
Jenny123451-55, F
I have lots of wonderful memories
Chasing Duckys
Jemimapuddleduck31-35, F
@C11111111111111 You're going down!!
@C11111111111111
My very oldest memory, which I've had confirmed by my biological mother, was of me going out the front door, but it was one of those cheap locks that always locked on the outside unless you had a key, and I started crying because I couldn't get back in.

I was one year old.

 
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