Share your favourite childhood memory with us
08 April 2008
According to a recent report published by UNICEF, the UK is the worst country in the developed world to grow up in. The Children's Society wants to change this and you can help.
To find out what you valued about your childhood we are gathering hundreds and thousands of childhood memories that will contribute to The Good Childhood® Inquiry, the UK’s first independent inquiry into what makes a good childhood. This will help us understand how to make childhood better today.
So come on, tell us your favourite memory, whether it was wacky, heart-warming, or funny by visiting www.hundredsandthousands.org.uk
You can also visit one of these regional shopping centres throughout England to find out more about the campaign and share your favourite memories with us. We have already run roadshows in Essex and Watford, both of which have been a great success! We are also looking for local volunteers to help us staff the stands and encourage shoppers to leave their favourite childhood memories with us. So far we have collected over 4,000 memories at these road shows so if you would like to help us or just drop in, why not visit one of these shopping centres:
- Metro Centre, Newcastle, 7-13 April
- The Trafford Centre, Manchester, 21-27 April
- The Potteries, Stoke-on-Trent, 5-11 May
- The Bullring, Birmingham, 19-25 May
- West Quay, Southampton, 2-8 June
- Bluewater, Kent, 16-22 June
Below are some memories donated from people you might recognise. Find out more celebrity memories.
Chris Tarrant's memory
'One of my earliest childhood memories is of course my first ever day’s fishing. My Granddad took me. I was just four years old, I caught a fish, dropped his rod and fell in the river. All in all, it was pretty typical of most of the fishing days I‘ve spent since!'
'One of my earliest childhood memories is being bitten on the hand by a goat at Golders Green Children’s Zoo!'
Cliff Richard's memory
'It was Christmas and I was in India. Dad’s office was throwing a party for the employees' kids and at one end of the room was a huge Christmas tree surrounded by loads of presents. One of them caught my eye - it was a bicycle, all wrapped up but you can't disguise a bicycle! And there, on a big label hanging from the handlebars, was my name - HARRY! (This was many years before I changed my name to Cliff!).
I couldn’t hide my excitement and told my Dad. My dad’s reply was devastating.''How do you know it’s yours'', he said. ''You’re not the only boy here whose name is Harry.
Later on all of us were seated around the tree as Father Christmas gave out the gifts. It seemed forever before he got to the bicycle.''This is for Harry'' he said. Long pause….''Harry Webb'' My heart leapt. It was my best Christmas ever!