@fmf saidThat was the same kitchen where there happened the one and only occasion in my life upon which I ate catfood from a tin.
I recall vividly the eureka moment - at the age of 4 in the kitchen of our home in Manchester - when I realized [and, from that moment on, knew] the difference between left and right.
-Removed-Growing up as a child 60 yrs ago in a small village, with no electricity, all wooden houses, stone roads, lots of fruit trees and playing fields, lots of bird, butterflies, bats, the smell of food cooking on wood fires, millions of stars in the sky that you cannot see now. Technology removed most of that.
@divegeester
My very earliest and also most vivid childhood memory is of being held in my mother’s arms watching a tornado rip the roofs off of houses one street over. The entire sky goes dark when you’re that close to a tornado; the characteristic funnel shape is apparent only when you’re farther away. There was a deafening roaring sound, and a distinctive popping/tearing sound as wood shingled roofs were sucked off of their supports. Dallas TX, ca. 1957.
I remember reading Enid Blyton's books about five children Larry, Fatty, Pip, Daisy, Bets and Buster, Fatty's dog, encountering a mystery almost every school holiday, always solving the puzzle before Mr Goon, the unpleasant village policeman. The book covers were in different colours and they were easy to find in the school library.