A Dear Diary Moment

Dear Diary, this is reminiscence of recalled memories.

Thinking back to moments in my life, I want to
start back as far as I can remember.

My earliest memory, was of being three or four,
but I can never be quite sure, such a long time
ago.

We lived in a two up, two down cottage, with an
outside toilet.

I never saw my dad, he was always working, by
day he was a paint rep, then by night he worked
for the G.P.O. the only time I saw him, was just
before I went to bed.

But my mum, 'bless her,' more than made up for him
not being there. She would spend hours and hours
with me, playing. One of my favourite things to
do was play at being on my very own island in the
middle of the Ocean. Mum would lay a rug down on
the floor between the armchair and the sofa, and
I would pretend the rug was my island. The arm of
the chair would be a steep cliff, that I would
have to climb up, to eventually look out across
the vast Ocean. There upon I would pretend that
my finger and thumbs in a circle, were a telescope,
so I could check to see if any pirates were
coming to steal my treasure. I would raid my mums
jewel box and dress my dolls and teddies in the
jewels I had collected.

Mum was amazed at my imagination, even then, but
I loved to play act and I always had invisible
friends. I could imagine lots of pirates out in
ships upon the Ocean, they were there and I always
managed to hide from them, before they saw me, by
hiding under a sheet, my mum let me use.

Christmas was even more amazing, Mum would stand
the smallest Christmas tree you have ever seen, on
a table by the open fire and I would decorate it
and she would always let me put the fairy on the
top of the tree, but because I was so small, the
tree looked so big, I would look up through the
branches and it was so magical, seeing the tinsel,
glittering. We never had fairy lights back then,
but it didn't matter to me.

Mum saved the whole year with a Christmas Club, so
come Christmas day, I never went without, she
would fill one of her old stockings to bulging
point with crayons and sweets and embroidered
hankies, toy farm animals and the farmer and his
wife and the children. 'The Wooden Tops,' was one
of my favourite childrens programmes, always on a
Friday, I would have loved to have lived on that
farm, with that family with spot the dog.

Our Christmas presents were lots, but simple, like
puzzles and colouring books, dolls, plasticine,
potato man. I'm so glad I have these memories
dear diary, they were simple times, but so much
fun. Can't wait to write some more.