52 Week Blog Challenge | Childhood Memories

Hello everyone!

Today it’s time for another one of Jenny & Britt’s 52 Week Blog Challenge, which is something I haven’t actually participated in for absolutelyyyyyy ages. I can’t even remember when I last participated in this, it was at least over a half a year ago but it’s always been something I’ve aimed to finish. Life just gets in the way sometimes and I’m not going to lie, I found the prompt ‘Childhood Memories’ a little tricky.

52WeekDon’t get me wrong, I’ve plenty of memories growing up. An abundance of memories so to speak, but that’s the thing. Where do I start? There are a countless number of memories from my childhood so to pick just a handful to write about is a task in itself.
I guess I could start with my first memory. My earliest memory. I was two years old and had cracked my head open. I don’t specifically remember cracking my head open in general but I remember being in the ambulance after it happened, and being asked if I wanted any water to soothe my cut. I’m pretty sure I said no, but other than that, I don’t remember anything else!

Another one of my early memories is from when I was maybe around four years old and I’d decided to cut some of my hair off, I knew I’d get in trouble for this so being the child genius that I was, I tried to glue my hair back on with pritt stick. Obviously it didn’t work, my mum found the mess of hair and I was in trouble. Thankfully, my friend was due to come over that day so my Mum couldn’t tell me off too much and I remember being sat in the arm chair waiting for my friend, feeling v v ashamed of myself.

Growing up, Christmases were amazing (they still are). My parents always went in and spoilt me and my siblings rotten. Every year I had this massive ‘Santa sack’ which was a giant Beano bag full of presents. One year, I received so many presents I was still opening them on Boxing Day. I was blessed. Christmas Eve was also always magical, as my sister and I would stay up and watch movies together whilst my parents wrapped the presents. It was pretty much the same film every year, Jacqueline Wilson’s Best Friends & the Girls In Love TV series. We definitely need to recreate this tradition one year.

My childhood hero was hands down Bob The Builder. I was obsessed with that guy and I had all the merchandise. From an alarm clock which sang the theme tune every morning, to pyjamas, watches and stuffed toys, Bob was my man!

Some of my favourite places as a child where St Anns Hill, Penton Hook Marina and Cockrow Hill. All of these places are in Surrey and I love to visit them as much as I can.

I was blessed to have such an amazing childhood filled with so much love and care, a wonderful family life and great fun with my friends. If I were to write about all of my childhood memories, I would be here for a lifetime, so to sign off this post I’m going to leave you with a few cute lil’ photos from my younger years.

Thank you all for reading,





  1. Oh my goodness you were so cute when you were little!!! Gah!! And so photogenic! ๐Ÿ˜
    I canโ€™t believe you remember when your head was cracked open, what?! Like I know you donโ€™t remember WHAT actually happened but thatโ€™s crazy!! Were you in a lot of pain??


    1. Awww youโ€™re too lovely! Thanks beaut! i know its crazy! Thats my first memory, probably because it was so dramatic ๐Ÿ˜‚ I donโ€™t remember the pain at all, I literally just remember being sat in the back of the ambulance and being asked if I wanted more water to put on the cut! I donโ€™t know what followed on from there though. Or what happened before. (Though Iโ€™ve been told). Iโ€™ve still got the scar though! Uh! Its horrible when you think about it ewwww haha

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