Re: Not Every Memory is a good One.
I can remember that it broke my heart to leave (although I was living in Blackburn by then) even though I was going off with my new husband. We moved to Staffordshire, which was an awful shock - what I thought were hills in the distance turned out to be slagheaps! I suppose that I was fortunate to realise long before I left how much I love Lancashire, not so much the towns to me, as the wonderful country, the beauty of the Ribble valley, the wildness of the moors, and the fact that wherever you are in the town, you can always see a hill without houses on top. THAT is what I missed most in London, and I used to come up just to see a few hills without houses on top.
This site has brought back old friends to me, as well as making new ones. Mez has put me back in touch with friends from my childhood, which is wonderful.
Not all the memories are good ones, I lost my mother when I was 19, my father having gone years before, which was a very sad time for me, but I have so many happy memories of a childhood of freedom and space .... unfortunately, my children couldn't have the same in London.
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