My favourite memory is not one defined moment. It is something that I did almost every summer of my childhood. I went to my Granny's house on holiday.
Posing outside the milking parlor
My youngest aunt is only 6 years older than me so it was like having big sisters much of the time rather than having aunts. The aunt title only came into play when they had they arduous task of babysitting me. Then it was used quite liberally by whichever aunt was in charge.
When I was six I remember going to Kinvara on Christmas morning. My auntie Aileen had just received the Home and Away board game. To an average non-Irish person this may sound mediocre, perhaps even crap but in Ireland Home and Away is an institution. Especially back then.
I was in awe of this game. It had little cardboard cut outs of the characters heads that you moved around the board. The board was made up of the main places in Summer Bay. It was just fabulous.
Then Aileen explained that because she was 12 Santa wouldn't be coming to her after that Christmas so she got a extra special present that year. It was the first time I found out that Santa wasn't infinite. The shock was so great that I remember the moment I found out, 22 years later.
Chasing chickens at Granny's house
My grandparents at my christening
Granny with about 1/3 of her brood of grandkids!
I have so many fond memories of my holidays in Kinvara. I could probably write a full book and have enough for a sequel. I hope you enjoyed sharing my memories with me and much I enjoyed sharing them with you.