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Re: Remembering Norwich

In June last year, I wrote a blog called Remembering Norwich. I was discussing my memory and how I couldn’t remember a family holiday to visit my aunt and uncle living in Norwich. I hadn’t dared to bring the topic back up again with my family because I had been snapped at by a couple of family members for saying I couldn’t remember being there, which they insisted I was.  Read the rest of this entry

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Dyslexia and Me: Remembering Norwich

Something that has stuck with me for years now is the guilt of not remembering Norwich. I feel so bad about it that I haven’t been able to ask questions to this massive black hole in my memory. But even when we visited Norwich in July 2007 there was nothing that struck me as familiar which I would have expected if I had been there before.  Read the rest of this entry

#blogging4charity – B is for Bullying

I have been greatly inspired by the blog on Alternative Wiring last month called An Experience With Emotional Bullying. I have had my own experience of bullying several times in my school days and I thought I would write a blog on my first real experience of being bullied at school.

It started when I was 10 years old. A new girl started in our class who was sat next to my best friend of 5 years. We weren’t allowed to choose our seats, the teachers always picked seating arrangements through primary school. I think I had only ever been sat next to this best friend when we were in primary 2 aged 6, though I don’t remember primary 3 and 4 very well (I think I blocked a lot of those two years out because of the dislike for my teacher). So it wasn’t unusual that I wasn’t sat next to my best buddy in class.  Read the rest of this entry

The Music of my Childhood

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

It’s very hard for me to pick one single piece of music that transports me back to my childhood. Music has always been so key for me that I can hear a number of tracks that instantly transport me back to various stages of my childhood.

I can remember sitting in my mum’s laundry basket in front of our fireplace pretending I was rocking back and forth in a boat along to…  Read the rest of this entry

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