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Watching the chimney sweep work then rushing into the garden to watch the brush come out of the chimney.

I used to stay with my grandparents during the summer holidays which I loved! They had a river boat that we went stayed on for a few days here and there. One of my favourite memories is finding a nice spot to moor the boat and sitting on the river bank eating a picnic that my Granny made. I'd love to go back in time and have a chance to do that again!!!

When I was small my grandparents went on a trip to Canada and brought back a few souvenirs. I loved going to their house to try on the Davy Crockett fur hat and look at the pictures through a 3D ViewMaster. Oh, and I also loved to climb trees

Sitting on the step outside the local pub with a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps, whilst nana enjoyed her glass of stout....wouldn't be allowed these days

Spending summer holidays on the North Wales coast with my Nana and Grandad away from the smog and grime of Birmingham. They lived just down the lane from the old Holywell Junction station which was one of the casualties in Dr Beeching's axing of many stations in the early sixties

A hot day. I am in a caravan and given warm cow's milk from the farm. Then picking daisies to make a chain.

I can remember sitting in my grandparent's garden in summer on a Friday night doing my homework. The smell of roses always brings me back to that time. Sadly both have left us now, but was a great time.

My favourite childhood memory was going to stay with my Nana. It was nice to be loved. My Nana lived near Folkestone and came down to London on the green line bus, met me in Victoria bus station and off we would go back to Folkestone. It must have been a long day for Nana with all that travelling. She used to plait my hair at bedtime.

sat outside my front door catching worms and racing them , i was 5 at the time 1964

My favourite childhood memories was when it would get to December time and we would ask if we could put the Christmas tree up , my dad would climb in the loft to get it down and me and my brother and sister would decorate it I used to live that time of year.

Going to Southend for the day on the Royal Sovereign boat from London!!

I remember my very first day at school. The teacher had a big sweet tin and asked what we thought was in it. Of course, most of the children said sweets...but I knew different as we had the exact same tin at home that we used as a biscuit tin. I put my hand up and... yes! it DID contain biscuits. Lucky me, I was allowed the first one!

Going on a family holiday to Blackpool with my mum, dad, sister and grandparents. All I can remember is the weather was rubbish and me and my sister used to play wheelbarrows up and down the corridors of the hotel. We used to go to the hotel every year and the manager gave me a colouring book and pens. And still to this day those little pots of marmalade you get remind me of that holiday, in fact I still associate any kind of marmalade with holidays

It's simple, but it impacted on on all of us grans of a certain age. The day the war (WWII) was over. And we could all get on with the rebuild of our lives

My nan teaching me to bake. We used to do scones and cakes and I loved pancake day!

Escaping into the forest to make rope swings and dens.

Pretending our garden was a holiday park using the tent as the base,the paddling pool was the swimming pool and the climbing frame was the activity centre! (We'd never been anywhere like that so really were using our imagination!)

My Mummy and Daddy bringing my baby sister home from hospital, she was born six weeks premature and didn't come home until she was 4 months old. I helped my Dad to build the cot.

Christmas Day with all the family around. I lost my dad as a kid. My favourite times was with him up early. Waiting for everyone to get up and relatives to arrive. The smell of the food. Watching family movies. Give anything to go back.

My best childhood memory is riding around in my Grandad's wheelbarrow. He was always happiest in his garden and that's where I like to remember him.

Staying at my nan's house on a Saturday night in East Dulwich and having a bath in the tin bath in front of the fire

My favourite memories from my youth was listening to the latest LPs in the local record shop.

Got to be our camping trips.

Watching my Gran on her treadle sewing machine and then rummaging through her fabric stock to see what I could make for my dolly.

Finding out that people that I called auntie, uncle and grandad really were my family when I just thought they were my mothers friends. My father was killed just after the war and when my mother remarried a year later my fathers family refused to speak to her. I was never told this until I was fourteen and assumed the person I called Dad was my father. My auntie and uncle were my fathers siblings and my 'third' grandad was the real one! It was amazing to find out all about this family so would really love to find out more on my mothers side. She said there were missing millions in the family - I wish!!