Christmas gift ideas
Tired of giving socks and smellies?
Instead, buy a day out, a Christmas party or a present for a young person.
Whether you have cherished childhood memories of your own or remember happy times with children or grandchildren, you know that childhood is a very special time.
It’s so important because it's when we learn about the world and ourselves, and it often provides a foundation of who we’ll be in the future. That’s why we’d love to hear your stories, to learn as much as possible about what makes a happy childhood.
With your help, more vulnerable children can enjoy the safe and loving childhood many of us have been lucky enough to experience – so if you haven’t already, please consider making a donation.
Join the conversation - read others' childhood memories and share one of your own.
When I was in primary school and my friends came over we always played in the elephant grass in the allotments at the bottom of my garden, pretending we were in Jurassic Park being chased by dinosaurs. When their parents came to collect them we would refuse to come back to the house and my mum would be stuck at the top of garden embarassedly shouting for us.
I remember camping in the New Forest when I was 6. Squirrels snuck in and ate our Twix’s.
When I was three I sat with my best mate eating ice cream and getting covered in it, but what we didn’t realise was that we were both sitting on an ants' nest. Then all of a sudden and caught unaware an army of ants were running up and down our legs and body and in our ice cream and we both ran for our mums.
I remember playing cricket in the garden with my Dad until it was pitch black using fallen apples as the ball…
My uncle took us sailing in Australia and when the sail needed to turn round we had to duck, I forgot to duck and got hit on the head by the boom. Thankfully, I have a hard head and it didn’t even hurt!
I loved spending summers at my grandparents' farm in southeast Missouri.
While I 'helped' with chores, such as feeding the chickens - in this photo I'm with Scott, who I considered a sort of pet rooster - one of the things I remember most is playing outside. With my grandparents, my sister and my friend Ronnie I swam in creeks and the nearby river, and played a lot of sports.
This photo is of me and my sister in our first school uniform. I remember it being dark green and quite rough material.