childhood memories...part 3

Inspired by Steve, Kirsty and Mr McMuffin, here is a childhood memory. We went to Wales every year to stay with our Mamgus (South Welsh Grandmothers) and we would usually combine this with a seaside holiday. I think that this pic is from a holiday on Amroth, where Gypsy Tart and I made friends with some girls from Peterborough. I thought that this was a very exotic location as I'd never heard of it. It impressed me more than if they had told me that they had travelled from Peru, as I knew where that was.

I think I had grown up enough not to smash all the periwinkles and barnacles that I saw. My parents thought I was going to become a serial killer until they realised that it was all in the name of science, I just wanted to see what lived inside those things. We got a lot of cliff climbing done on this holiday, and in the style of children of our generation everywhere tucked our dresses into our big, big, pants so that they didn't get caught on anything. We also wore fabulous home made bikinis, which we adored. Gypsy Tart and I always ended up wearing very similar clothes, and our matching bikinis illustrated this perfectly.

My Big Sis was always nice on these holidays which made a nice change from her usual wish to emotionally and physically abuse me. I couldn't help raining on her parade by being born. She was nicer to Gypsy Tart as she'd decided at that point that my parents might keep reproducing even if she managed to kill me off. She is a good sister to me now, which surprises me given our early history.