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Love it! It was Donny Osmond for me, but not for very long. Adam Ant pushed him out!

For I remember, I think we naturally turn to the most impactful memories – the really good or bad or unusual ones. I wonder if we tried to do a specifically ‘good’ version, how different it would be. Or how hard it would be to pick out those kind of memories?

Oh, Hil – your I remember struck a chord, as we’ve done this recently about people we’ve loved and lost to prepare an artwork for a community project exhibition (I blogged about it just today). Sending hugs – it’s never easy to do.

Hope your time with your grandson helped ease the pain – you certainly got some interesting snippets! Love the belly…[Read more]

I believe there’s a chemical released in your brain during traumatic (or very happy) events that fixes the memory. Probably some sort of survival learning mechanism I would guess. But this does mean our I Remember pieces are like to be tear jerkers. I had a go yesterday and was reduced to sniffling. I’m going to a conference on UK GAAP this…[Read more]

So poignant, Hil. He sounded like a lovely person.

I’ve read the chapters for both books. (The gorgeous passages got declaimed loudly in the library in my lunch break – had a lot of fun with the Twain dialect.) Not started on the exercises yet but I might manage some I remembers tomorrow 😁

Wow. That was a tough read. But it has struck me how all of our I Remember pieces have been a tough read.Not in the same way, and not to the same degree. But that seems to be what we do, mostly, when remembering. I wonder why.

Hugs, Hilary.

@Hilary – interesting question. I am pretty sure it would have turned out differently and I would probably have tried to make it funny.

*passes round the tissues and a box of chocolate fingers*

I’m so happy that we’ve got together to do this course. Although it hasn’t (yet) got me out of a logjam with a current WIP it has inspired me to re-write a previous WIP in which I have faith despite no interest from agents. I’ve dived in and am loving the process.

I love these, too. I remember the specs vividly – I was made to have the pink ones although I thought the blue ones were (very marginally) better.

From a child’s perspective, this is quite a scary, stomach churning tale. Nicely evoked. I’m glad it had a happy ending.

There’s a big ouch in the middle there with the dentist! My teeth are aching at the thought of it. You really conjure up the childhood feelings beautifully (and painfully).

I’m with you on all that @Raine.