How did we get to the first Sunday in March? The usual way, I imagine! At least it provides me with the opportunity to join Sian and the gang for Storytelling Sunday Three over at From High in the Sky. For 2013, there's a twist to the storytelling: write about something precious, if you so desire.
Few things remain from my childhood. A fire at my mother's house stole away most of the memorabilia I had collected well into my teens. However, these few books survived.
They are among my most prized possessions. These books represent the person I was striving to be, and the person I became. I loved learning. I am still learning. New things. Every day. Looking back, I can still remember how I felt and how proud the family were of my achievements.
The Geography Prize -The World We Live In - was awarded for an essay I wrote about a school trip to Staithes in North Yorkshire. It was my first time away from home, an exhilarating adventure. You can imagine my recent surprise, while watching television with my grandchildren, when Staithes appeared on the screen in a programme called 'Old Jack's Boat'. The grandchildren were excited that I had visited Staithes (where the programme is filmed) and I love that it looks unchanged. The school stayed at a youth hostel on top of a cliff that overlooked the bay and estuary. Such freedom away from home. I don't remember crying or asking to go home, although others did, but I do remember how sharply I missed my brother. I wanted desperately to share the experience with him. I even used up some of my pocket money pennies to phone home to gabble it all out before we got cut off.
These books evoke in me, not sadness for a time gone by but gladness that I recognised even back then the importance of learning and the never ceasing wonderment of being enchanted by the world around me. Precious memories indeed.
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