This is us | 2
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During a few therapy sessions, my therapist suggested I do some inner child work. Guided by my therapist, I would close my eyes and imagine myself in a safe space, wherever that might be for me... [Read more]
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“I remember not being able to buy my daughter Christmas presents. I remember going to the Butchers and putting some money down to reserve a turkey, and when Christmas came, I couldn’t afford the turkey... [Read more]
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I arrived there finally, and climbed down to the canal, and sat down in the filthy spider ridden concrete doorless room and cried. ... [Read more]
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My Early Childhood
When I was five, we moved to Cumberland as it was then called, as my father got a job in the nuclear power station at Sellafield. We had already spent a holiday there, in a caravan at St Bees on the coast, and it was very different from Oldham. We drove there, and it was always a journey I dreaded ... [Read more]
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Egremont
there were children knocking at the door asking could I come out to play. We would sometimes have a dog or two with us. All day, every day, there were groups of children of various ages engaged in different activities about the street ... [ Read more ]
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Bookwell Infants
We dreamed of going up into the juniors. We would watch the older children climb those forbidden, steep stone steps at the end of our yard, unable to see what went on up there ... [Read more]
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Bookwell Juniors
One time, Steven Foley threw the bat quite high and it hit our teacher, just above his eye. Blood was pouring from his head and he shouted to one of the boys to go for Mr Nixon ... [Read more]
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Wyndham School and Moving to Beckermet
there were no girls at all in my year from Beckermet, and looking back, the next few years were quite a lonely time for me ... [Read more]
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My dad saved the life of a man who was drowning in the sea at Southport when he was 11 years old about 1950 or 1951 in July or August and was mentioned in the wythenshawe recorder also in the Manchester evening chronicle ... [Read more]
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I'm eight years old and it's a Saturday morning in 1956, I look out of the window and it's raining, my heart sinks because I wanted to go to the fields with my old bike that had lost its tyres some time before... [Read more]
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