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 Bedford 1973  My granny had a cat. I don’t remember its name. I don’t remember granny...     I do remember the cat standing on its hind legs to get its milk.
 Abingdon 1974  My brother told me a story about walking home from swimming with our father.     He knew that if he walked on the other side of the road and pretended he didn’t want chips, he might get some.     If he showed any interest, he lost his
 Yeovil 1975  When my father died we stayed with another family for a long time...  At night when everyone was asleep we stole sweets.
 Podbanské 1979  I barely understood a word my Starý Otec (grandfather) said and he understood very little English.     We would get up before dawn and head into the mountains hunting mushrooms for hours.
 Abingdon 1980  A letter came from customs informing us that an item sent from Slovakia had been confiscated.  They described this item as a “dead animal carcass”.
 Abingdon 1981  I longed to have white sliced bread like my friends at school.
 Abingdon 1981  I couldn’t believe my luck when I got to secondary school and found out I could get cream doughnuts with my dinner ticket.  Later I discovered I could trade my ticket for money to buy cigarettes.
 Amapurkashi 1991  The head of the vegetarian village was furious when we brought eggs into his community as a “treat”.     We had to bury the eggs in a nearby field so that none of the villagers would see them.
 London 1996  My flatmate always had egg mayonnaise with his Christmas dinner...     He didn’t know if it was a Jamaican custom... just everyone he knew did it.
 Chiang Mai 2006  During our world trip I realised travelling made my boyfriend anxious...     If he had good food he reached some kind of equilibrium... If it was bad, he became disproportionately depressed.
 Oxford 2013  When sunlight illuminated the glacé cherry, I heard my three year old daughter articulate an appreciation for beauty for the first time.

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