I Dream Of ...

Do you ever have one of those days where something random triggers a long buried memory?? I can't even remember what triggered me off this morning, but my mind has been having a meander back through those childhood days that seem so long ago (okay, they WERE so long ago).

When I was little we lived in what I remember to be a three bedroomed terrace house near a big park, in Winns Avenue - oh! I know what triggered it off - I had an order from someone who lives just round the corner from there! I think I was about 3 or 4 when we moved there, and about 7 or so when we moved again. I used to dream, and I still do sometimes, about floating down the stairs while sitting on a baby blanket. I am convinced that we actually had this particular blanket - one of the ones with a cute animally type thing appliqued onto the front. It was sort of like a magic carpet scenario. Thinking about that led me to thinking about other dreams I've had where I'm flying - like I would just stretch out my arms and push off from the ground with my foot and just sort of glide along. Yes, I know it sounds bizarre, but there must be some sort of explanation for both dreams, particularly as they are both heavily recurring.

Still in my family-focused phase, I think I shall be remembering lots more detail about life as a small child. I must remember to write it all down so that I can scrap it!

On the scrapping front, I am still alternatively mad sick jealous and furious that I never have time to play. Things are going to have to change, because I can't cope with this level of workload indefinitely. Oh, how I long for the days when all I had to worry about when I got home was what to cook for tea!