Childhood Memories Essay

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Childhood Memories

Dad said, "We're going for a ride on the bus." "Ride to where," I thought excitedly. I remember waiting in the bus station; people going about their business. The bus we got on was huge, with room for at least a hundred people, with plenty of room.

It was a cold, windy evening. I sat at the front so I could see out of the window. Bright lights were heading towards us. It seemed as though we had been travelling for hours. The bus stopped a few times to pick people up, on the way. A man got on and sat down near to us.

"Hello, young'un," he said. I was too frightened to answer; he was tall and wore a flat cap and an overcoat. Dad said, "Don't worry son, this is your uncle
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"Come on, I'll show you to your room," she said. I was so excited. Dad picked up the suitcase and followed Nana. I followed closely behind, marching up the never-ending stairs that seemed to go on forever.

"You can sleep in here," said Nana. The room was huge. It had three single beds. "I've put the electric blankets on for you, your beds will be nice and warm when you get in them tonight." "Electric blanket," I thought to myself. "We've only got hot water bottles at home."

We went into the kitchen where Nana had made us some supper. The kitchen was huge. My eyes, wandered around. I noticed that there were some tins on the top shelf. But they were so tall. "Why are the tins so big?" I asked my Dad, He replied. "They are full of powder, you mix it with water to make soup."

"Yuk powdered soup, how disgusting."

As the night wore on my Nana said, "I'm off to bed, I'll see you in the morning." We said goodnight to my Nana and off she went. She opened the living room door to go up to bed. But instead of going upstairs she opened the door beneath the stairs and went in, she must have gone under the stairs to look for something before she went to bed, but didn't come out.

That's strange, what could be so fascinating in there that she didn't come back out. Dad said, "Come on son we'll

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