Today's prompt, for Blog every day in August, is a special memory. The problem is, my memory is sketchy at its best!
I have a glimpse of a memory, that I hold very dear, of being a very small child. We lived in a house that was joined to the neighbours by a corridor. For some reason I have a memory of this, yet we moved from there when I was around 2!
I didn't have a standout childhood, in a good or bad way, it was normal. I remember riding down the street, as a child, on my brothers skateboard, ripping the bottom of my favourite skirt in the process.
I remember climbing on to my friends porch, then needing my big brothers to get me down, because I was absolutely terrified!
I remembered my 13th year well, but it was not a happy year.