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Tagged myself to participate in this one, by way of Wegg's blog. For me "childhood" is that time until you're about 12...the time before high school, when you're too young to know what the world has in store for you...
1. Time. Time to waste, time to wander and ponder, time to just do nothing and everything without a care in the world.
2. My Auntie Bobby. A wonderful presence in my childhood - a shimmery, mercurial joy of a woman who taught me much.
3. Freedom. I miss the time when I was completely unconcerned about the world around me. For most of my childhood I felt like an island unto myself - but in the best possible way. I was strong enough, big enough, brave enough - anything and everything I needed, so I felt free to do anything I wanted. Of course as a child my world was smaller - but within it I was the captain of it.
4. Summer holidays. They seemed endless, and probably were for my Mum. We were lucky enough to have a large swimming pool in our garden, and all our friends would be at our place from dawn till dusk swimming and frolicking in the water...eating chips and lollies and drinking cordial and coke. I remember backflips off the pool ladder, summersaults off the retaining wall a good 4 feet from the pool's edge...and all manner of poolside high jinks. I remember being brown as a nut, with long golden hair, giggling and diving and swimming right up until bedtime each night.
5. All the people I knew back then. The teachers and friends that were part of my childhood. I still think about some of the friends I had back then, and wonder where they are. I often think of some of my teachers too and wonder the same things.

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