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Childhood Memories

Yaaay!!! I finished my book and sent it off to the Publisher (1 only edition). I’ve named it ‘Growing up’ – memories of my life from childhood through to marriage. It has been an interesting and enlightening journey – checking some details with my siblings and searching for as many photos as possible of which there aren’t all that many.

I’ve realised that my memories are often vastly different to other members of my family and given the difference in our ages, it really not surprising. It has been a journey which has brought my siblings and me closer together by sharing each others memories of certain events. As I am in the middle of a family of 6 children I am fortunate to have been able to extract details of my parents’ earlier lives from my eldest brother and older sister, as well as details from my younger brothers.

About 20 or more years ago, a close member of my family encouraged me to begin writing about my life and after a while I began to do this. It was in a chronological manner with much detail but unfortunately in those days I didn’t have any idea of external drives or even saving data onto floppy discs (that tells you how long ago that was). Inevitably, my computer crashed and all of that information could not be retrieved unless I was prepared to pay someone several thousand dollars to attempt retrieval of that document and there was no guarantee of success.

So; that idea was put into a box at the back of my mind along with the memory of the encouragement from the member of my family who sadly is no longer with us. I’m sure she would be pleased if she knew about my book…but perhaps she does.

The seeds of writing about my earlier life began to germinate in my mind and so I began to write my story but in a different way this time. I suppose you might say it’s in the concept of short stories. I don’t know who will want to read it but it’s there for my family and anyone else if and when they might wish to read about my early days.


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She lay in her bed; warm and comfortable, not awake, not asleep but in that in between dreamlike state where the last tantalising remnants of her dream were fading. She tried to will the dream to return but it was elusive and she knew that nothing would induce the dream to return. Pressure in her bladder slowly increased, making it necessary for her to visit the bathroom thereby disturbing her efforts to bring back the dream. Moving slowly, hoping that by doing so she might be able to keep herself from waking fully, thinking she might be able to recapture the essence of her dream. She slid into her bed, pulling the covers over her, trying to fit into the warm space she had left moments before. Closing her eyes she lay there trying to induce the dreamlike state to return. She knew it probably wouldn’t but still she lay there trying to re-capture the serene feeling the dream had left behind and wondering what the dream was really about. She couldn’t recall people or anything else being involved in the dream but it was gone, leaving behind a memory of something beautiful. She wondered if this dreamlike state was how it would be when death was close and all outside influences ceased to be a part of her life.

Gradually she began to take in the sounds of the new day – birds singing, the odd car passing by, the sound of its tyres on the tarmac; a dog barking in the distance.

Fully awake now she rose from her cocoon of warmth and comfort; the memory of the dream lingering in her mind and prepared to greet the new day – this wondrous gift she had been given once more.

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