When I was in my late teens, I traveled to Jamaica with my mother and younger sister to visit...
I was born in the late 1950s, the second of six children. I have four sisters and a brother,...
Once upon a time, in a quiet, sunlit suburb, there lived a little girl named Susan and her younger...
The summer that Grandmother came to reside with us was a season that seemed to stretch on endlessly, thick...
My family lived in middle Tennessee during the 1960s, a time when the Beatles were on the radio, kids...
In the mellow haze of the late 1960s, when the world was awash with new music, shifting fashions, and...
My dearest friend in childhood was a girl named Naomi. Naomi was a year older than I, with a...
To say that I had a tough start in life would be quite the understatement. When I was younger,...
In our younger days, whispers always floated about the family regarding how ‘mischievous’ Aunt Matilda had been, though the...
(gap: 2s) When the golden afternoon sunlight streams through my window, I am reminded of my own childhood, many...
(gap: 2s) My childhood in England, during the gentle years of the 1970s and early 1980s, was filled with...
(gap: 2s) In the heart of a most respectable English village, where the hedgerows were always neatly trimmed and...
When I was a little girl, our next-door neighbours were my mother’s sister, Aunt Linda, and her daughter, Susan....
(gap: 2s) If you would care to listen, I shall recount a tale from my own boyhood, set in...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle embrace of 1960s Britain, my childhood days unfolded in a town where discipline and...
The sitting room was always bathed in the most glorious golden sunlight, which streamed through the lace curtains and...
gap: 2s) Every summer, when the days were long and the air was filled with the sweet scent of...
(gap: 2s) My childhood, set amidst the gentle bustle of a 1950s English suburb, was a tapestry woven with...
I wonder, have you ever found yourself in trouble at a friend’s house, and received a stern word or...
My family had left and I was sitting at home thinking why is it that chicks get these beautiful...
In the gentle sunlight of my childhood home, discipline was administered with a sense of care and purpose. While...
(gap: 2s) My mother, Margaret, was a lady of unwavering principle and gentle heart, yet she held steadfastly to...
The summer holidays, in those days, seemed to stretch on forever, golden and endless, like a river of sunlight...
(gap: 2s) My brother Peter, who is but a year older than I, recently reminded me—rather triumphantly—of the notorious...
(gap: 2s) Before I recount the events of that most memorable summer, allow me to introduce the principal figures...
My mother was a bus conductress, known as a clippie in those days. She wore a smart navy uniform,...
(gap: 2s) In the summers of my childhood, the world was a place of peculiar wonders and secret rules,...
(gap: 2s) In the days of my youth, when the world seemed both impossibly vast and yet as intimate...
(gap: 2s) In the golden days of my childhood, there was one person who could instill more respect in...
My mother was a teenager when I was born and for some personal reasons, I ended up living with...
Before we begin, I must tell you that the story you are about to hear is not my own,...
Each summer, our family would gather at one of my aunt’s charming houses for a weekend filled with laughter...
In the gentle days of my childhood, my Mother and Father delighted in the world of amateur theatre. It...
(gap: 2s) There is a certain charm to the recollections of one’s childhood, particularly when viewed through the gentle...
My own story began when I was sent into foster care, and it was there that I met Auntie...
If anyone were to ask me about my earliest memory, I would say it was the Christmas when I...
Before I recount that remarkable Sunday, allow me to introduce the principal characters in my tale, as though you...
(gap: 2s) It was a bright and cheerful Sunday morning in our little village, and the church bells rang...