Audrey
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It's 1976 and I'm 8 years old. It's that beautiful summer and the school holidays. I've made a makeshift tent in the garden from an old bed sheet and a few wooden poles. Dad has just finished his shift at the factory. He's worn out, but he comes into the garden to see my brother and me playing. We're eating cheese, tomato and salad cream sandwiches, made with Mothers Pride sliced bread, and drinking orange squash. The ice cream van will arrive at 4pm on the estate. Our garden is our world. All of the windows and doors are open in the house. The heat is stifling. Ladybirds roam free. Dad has fallen asleep on the sun bed. That tent would remain in place for weeks to come. These are childhood memories. We must hold on to them.





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