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...
(gap: 2s) Each summer holiday, when the sun shone brightly over the green meadows, I would travel to stay...
I grew up in the gentle countryside of southeast Texas, where the days were long and golden, and the...
I’d love to.” Melanie replied. “But do you have any nappies?” she asked. “I don’t but Peter does.” Audrey...
gap: 2s) I have a younger brother—just thirteen months my junior, which, in the grand tradition of British understatement,...
(gap: 2s) There is, I think, a certain thrill in the prospect of being disciplined by someone who is...
(gap: 2s) My childhood was spent in the lively heart of 1950s England, where the air was always filled...
(gap: 2s) There exists a term, perhaps unfamiliar to some, known as ‘Third Culture Offspring.’ This phrase refers to...
(gap: 2s) In the summer of 1977, I received the most splendid news: our family—Mother, Father, and I—would be...
During the 1980s, the practice of disciplining children through corporal punishment was becoming less common, yet this was the...
In the gentle countryside of Missouri, when I was a child, the world seemed both grand and familiar. Our...
(gap: 2s) On a certain Sunday of my childhood, the house was suffused with the gentle hush peculiar to...
The evening’s entertainments reached their height with a most remarkable incident—one that, even now, I remember with a blend...
Candy liked hanging around Diggy’s Records, mostly because the DJs that shopped there were so cute. She also got...
It is a truth universally acknowledged, at least by those of us who have survived the rigours of English...
(gap: 2s) Before I share the tale , let me introduce the principal characters who made those childhood days...
We’d moved here a few months ago and I quickly made new friends, both at school and in the...
Melissa came home from work that evening, tired right down to her bones and every muscle aching. The workweek...
I remember in my formatives years a time where my mommy and daddy treated me out to a drive...
(gap: 2s) I entered the world in 1970, yet in temperament, I was very much a child of the...
(gap: 2s) There are certain tales from one’s youth that linger in the mind like the scent of toffee...
(gap: 2s) Allow me to introduce the principal characters in this curious little episode, as one might encounter in...
(gap: 2s) There are certain days from one’s childhood that remain forever bright in the memory, no matter how...
