All around me at the moment it seems, children are hurtling towards major memories. First day at nursery, school or senior school – parents buying uniforms, practising the morning routine, getting nametapes ready and so on.
I’m not sure that my kids remember their first day at Montessori. It wasn’t like your average school. No uniform for starters. Breakfast provided, home cooked lunch, only up to 10 children in the elementary classroom (though thinking about it, Big started in the children’s house.) I didn’t take pictures – I don’t know why. I suppose in a way it was a milestone I didn’t want to mark – school had never been a part of my aims for my children.
I don’t know what their stand out memories from childhood will be. I don’t know if they will remember summer holidays camping with friends, or far too much time spent in the house with a tired grumpy mummy.
It’s odd the things that stand out from my own childhood. I remember the summer of ’76 – and my sister being amazingly sick with sunstroke. I remember the winter that came after it and snowdrifts that I could barely walk through, and chimney fires at the bottom of the street.
I remember the fashion for leather sofas that my parents and their friends had. They were called chesterfields, and the arms and the back were the same height. Which meant that you could turn them over and make them into dens, which probably wasn’t what our parents had intended, but I can remember doing that and playing at Tardis’s with a doctor who mad friend. I got to be K9 😉
Odd the things that stick isn’t it? Do you ever wonder what your children’s stand out childhood memories will be?
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