I don't appear to have many happy memories from adult life. But here is some more from childhood.
.......Climbing up amongst the branches of the tree in the vacant next door block. This tree had horizontal branches and had a "woodsy" scent....
...... eating biscuits that the lady living in the house next to the vacant block gave me....
..... Receiving this very thick colouring book and colouring pens from an Aunt....
.....putting up our large plastic Christmas tree. It had letters on it that you needed to match up. Decorating the tree and feeling an exciting feeling....
....waking up to the delicious scent of a chocolate Easter egg in a basket at the end of my bed. Hearing the sound of the cracking foil paper as it was unwrapped and it happened every year....
....sitting on the floor whilst laying out my plastic shop. I put out plastic tin food, plastic bananas, plastic milk cartons and other plastic food things in neat rows on a plastic sheet. Everything was very tiny. Then pushed the tiny trolley and pretended to do my shopping up and down my constructed isles. When I was much older I sat down on the floor with a few nephews and nieces and they had plastic food too. Except they were cooking it up in tiny plastic pans and serving it to me on plastic plates, loved it.....
.....playing outside in a fabric play tent. It had some sort of American Indian stuff painted on it.....
.....building cubby houses on the partially enclosed back verandah. These were built by arranging chairs in a large square shape. Then asking what sheets or blankets I could use for my roof. The sheets were draped over the chairs in some fashion. I cannot remember what was holding them there in place. Anyway I would play in it for a long time. Inside I had set it up like a home with bedding, food, toys, books. I was even allowed to leave it up overnight ....
....On very rare occasions I was allowed to buy my lunch at primary school. I think because it was very rare it meant more. You put your money in a large brown paper bag. On the outside of the bag was written what you wanted to buy. I remember the scent of the contents in my bag. It was a meat pie. There was also a flavoured milk in there.....
