make a list of 43 special memories from my childhood.

I had a nana who made me cooked breakfast every morning . She lived upstairs in our house and cooked on a Baby Belling stove in a part of her living room. We used to to make toffee on the bakestone on top of the stove. However we had to make chips downstairs in my parents’ kitchen..”I fancy something nice’ she would say and down we’d go and make the best chips (I guess you call them fries) I have ever tasted.

Don’t know if I can do this justice,but here goes. This is not my first living memory but I can think back to the feeling I experienced on my birthdays. I used to get so excited during the lead up to it and then when the day arrived I spent the whole day as if walking on air, full of my own specialness because this was my special day. I used to have a tea party with all the girls in my class present plus one or two girls who lived near me.