A few weeks ago, my parents decided to clear out their loft, and, while he was up there, my dad discovered an old box with my name on it: Er, my name isn't 'Gateway,' obviously: that would just be plain weird. No, I mean there was also a note on top ...
Last week, Terry and I were talking about the differences between our own childhoods and Max's, and it got me thinking about some of the things children of Max's generation will never experience. I'm talking here about things like... 01. Not being able to use the phone when you're on the Internet. Because, ...
If I'd had a blog when I was fourteen years old, it would probably have been a lot like my teenage diaries from that year. Here are some extracts, for your amusement... JANUARY 2: The only thing I can say about today is that it has been one of the most boring days in ...
Back in December, I brought you part 1 of my very first "diary", in which my six-year-old self obsessed over Star Wars, and her gran's dog, Snoopy. Well, now it's time for part 2: with apologies to my parents, who will be mortified afresh by entries like this one... Rusty Gets a ...
A few years ago now, I scanned and published some extracts from my very first "diary" - which was actually a school project, in which we were asked to write down all of our "news" from the week, diary-style. As I mentioned in those older posts, those diary entries - which ...
In yesterday's post I talked a bit (OK, a LOT) about how, before I started blogging, it didn't really occur to me to take photos of my outfits - a fact I'm sure had many of you crying yourselves to sleep last night, don't lie. That fascinating observation got me thinking about ...
HEN I WAS A CHILD, I WAS SO MUCH BRAVER THAN I AM NOW. Actually, that's not quite true: I wasn't even remotely brave. I really wanted to be, though, so I would frequently push myself to do the things that scared me, just to prove to myself that I could. I don't ...
Over the weekend, I was looking for some old photos to use as part of the Diary Project I wrote about last week. Now, there are few things I like better than flicking through old photo albums (Both my own and other people's: I'm nosey like that), and as I went ...
After writing yesterday's post, in which I talked at length about that one time a horse died in NeverEnding Story, and it pretty much destroyed my childhood, I suddenly remembered an old photo I happened to pick up when I was visiting my parents a few months ago. Luckily for you, ...
When I was a little girl, my class was one day ushered into our school's TV Room, and invited to sit down and watch the movie The NeverEnding Story. (I'm assuming it was the end of term or something when this happened. I'll be honest, my school wasn't exactly top of ...
When I was a child, I was addicted to The Famous Five books, by Enid Blyton. To this day, I cannot drink ginger beer or explore a network of secret underground passages without thinking about good old Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy the dog. I loved Enid Blyton’s other books, ...
It's the Friday Five! On Tuesday! Yay! This week's questions come from this site, and also come from a couple of weeks ago, because, well, the most recent questions (at the time of writing) were about things-that-are-extinct, and it turns out I don't have a whole lot to say about that. ...
This weekend I started going back through my blog archive, for boring technical reasons which I actually DID start to write down here, but then deleted, because seriously, WHO CARES? Anyway, I discovered two things from this exercise: 1) My photos used to be really bad. Like, REALLY bad. Like, "here ...
Inspired by Corinne's recent post on irrational childhood fears (I wrote one about my own childhood fears here), here are some stupid things I believed when I was a child: That women weren't allowed to drive My mum didn't drive (she actually can drive, but I'd never seen her do it...) and neither ...
When I was a little girl, I didn't just have imaginary friends - I had imaginary horses. Quite a lot of them, actually. In fact, I had a little green book of horses, all of which I diligently named, and then proceeded to imagine entire personalities and lives for. Well, I found ...