Question 20.

Describe 3 significant memories from
your childhood.
 
 
All of my memories from childhood seemed to have taken place in Coventry (my first home). I have very few childhood memories, my memory is awful! But it will be easy for me to pick out 3.
 
1. Getting locked in the Smiths shed! - One evening, my family ventured down the road to our family friends home, the Smiths. While our parents sat comfortably in the front room, probably drinking wine and having a natter, us children played outside in the back garden. At the back of the garden the Smiths had an art studio and a shed. I vaguely remember playing some for of cops and robbers game where the girls would hide and the boys would chase. For some reason the prison guards (boys) decided to lock themselves in with the prisoners this time. So all of us were locked in the shed for a short time, then when it was time for the prisoners to be released we found that the door wouldnt unlock! Something had fallen into the key hole stopping the key from working. So we screamed and we shouted, but of course our parents were too far away to hear. Naomi attempted to pull the roof down and climb to freedom until we all started crying in the fear that the lights would fall down and cause a fire and we would all die. Eventually when the parents noticed the children had been outside for hours, they came and saved us.
 
2. Attacked by wasps - One bible week, my brother Ben and I thought it would be fun to go around the campsite collecting everyones old used teabags that they had left outside. So off we trot, collecting as many as we can, until we come across a GIANT TEABAG. In wonder, Ben picks up the giant teabag to soon realise that it is actually a wasps nest! Ben throws the wasps nest to the ground and we run back towards our caravan. FYI, at this point in time I am covered in jam and sugar from previously eating a jam dohnut. Ben reaches the caravan and in such panic closes and locks the caravan door leaving me outside unable to escape the wasps. Long story short, I was stung multiple times.
 
3. My fondest childhood memory was our Whoberly Avenue Christmas Eve tradition. Everyone we knew on our street would come together to go Christmas caroling with an acordian(spelling?), and then we would all go back to my house where there was a big screen set up in the front room where we would open our Christmas eve present (which would always be a Christmas movie) and watch it with all of our friends, while all the adults would commune in the back room with mince pies and mulled wine. Now we go to the cinema instead. lol
 
 


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