I didn't especially like being a child. Not enough freedom. When I look back I remember it fondly.

I remember singing ABBA songs with my Mom and little sister on a Sunday whilst we drank tiny thimbles full of sweet sherry and made the roast. I remember going to walk in the woods with my Dad and a dog we borrowed. I remember visiting my new baby sister at the hospital. All very precious.

I'm trying to live so that I appreciate what's happening right now because in 40 years time I may not have the priviledge of rose coloured nostalgia.