Remember when you were a kid? It’s probably easier for some than others, depending on how long ago your childhood was now. Mine was more than ten years ago now, which I guess really isn’t that long, but on some days it feels like forever. Other days, flashes of it are so vivid they could have happened yesterday. Today was one of those days, thanks to a little girl in the local fruit shop, crunching blissfully on a box of these:
Smarties—the British equivalent of m&ms—were easily one of the highlights of my youth. My mother has always been adamant that good food grows good kids. Fortunately (or unfortunately, if you asked the 6-year-old me), this meant we predominantly ate home-made, our school lunchboxes full of fresh-baked Anzac biscuits, jam drops, and patty cakes rather than mini bags of chips, or fruit roll-ups. Lollies were a treat once a fortnight to reward us for behaving on the (endless!) hour-long trip to Toowoomba—the nearest large-ish town—and Smarties were always my choice.
Seeing that little girl with her box of joy reminded me how good they were—the perfect mix of chocolate and candy, with the addition of being coloured for endless OCD colour-coding fun (yes, Wabi, even then I was a weird eater). It also reminded me of a bunch of others things that were so wonderful as child, but forgotten as I’ve gotten older…
Like fairy bread:
Yeah, it’s basically just coloured sugar on sugar-filled bread, but it’s also the epitome of birthday party fun for me. And how pretty is it!?
Until I found this on a friend’s Facebook the other day I’d honestly thought Tops in the Brisbane Myer Centre was just a fantastical dream I’d had as a kid:
Turns out it was real! Totally enough to send me Round the Twist:
Sorry for the dad pun, here’s an excerpt from my favourite episode to make up for it. And on the topic of TV, how about 80s cartoons? I know everyone is going on about the best era of cartoons, but seriously kids, if you’re younger than 20, watch some Gumby, or Captain Planet, or even some Berenstain Bears.
Of course, the Berenstains started as a series of books, just like this awesome series:
I’m pretty sure I was one of the biggest fans of The Baby-Sitter’s Club, beginning my obsession with Karen Brewer’s adventures in Baby-Sitter’s Little Sister, and ending with an almost-complete collection of very dog-eared books, videos, and the board game. I remember desperately wanting to be some kind of hybrid Dawn-Stacy-Claudia.
Your favourite childhood memories?