Memories of childhood

It was Monday morning and I was seven years old, my brother Peter was ten.

It was breakfast time, I was having jam and bread sandwiches. I hated them they went all soggy in your mouth.
My Mum had gone to work, my Granny was in the cellar possing the washing. Peter was sat at the table eating his breakfast, he'd covered the table with his jam and bread and was reading his Beano comic at the same time. I was sitting on the floor by the coal fire, I had moved the fire guard because I was cold.it was warm and I felt sleepy. Suddenly Peter jumped up and knocked the ribbon out of my hair, I looked in horror it was all burnt. He shouted 'Granny, Heather has set herself on fire'.
My Granny came running up the stairs and gave me a wallop round my head.
'I've told you before about sitting too close to the fire, and who moved the fire guard.'
I ran upstairs crying, I spat out the jam sandwich,'so their'I wiped my mouth with my hand and then wiped it on my dress.and there was jam all over it.
My Granny came upstairs and started shouting at me.
'And look at your dress you'll have to change it.come on or you will be late for School'.
I scowled, I heard the door bang, that was Peter off he wouldn't walk with me, he didn't like me I don't Know why he bothered pulling my ribbon out, he didn't like me.

I set off to School, dawdling up the road, making sure I didn't tread on a nick or I'd be buried in a brick. I got to School and it looked really quiet, perhaps I was early after all. I went toe the toilets which was in the playground and played around, then I went to the school to see if it was open.Yes it was, so I went into the cloakroom and hung up my coat. Then I played swinging round the coats, when I heard a shout
'What are you doing in here, you should be in class', shouted the Teacher.
'But I thought I was early', I said
'Early, I think not, School started an hour ago.get to your class at once'.
'Yes Sir' I said and ran out with my head hung down.

My Paraglyde adventure

My two daughter's were telling me about their paragliding in turkey, We were going the following year with them and some friends from the rowing club. So one of my girls said you could do it mum, so for some insane reason I said yes, has I wouldn't go in a chair lift at Butlin's was really quite stupid of me.So I thought the only way I would go through with it his if I did it for charity. I was involved with the national Healing rooms so I decided to do it for them.I collected about two hundred pounds so i really couldn't back out
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The day arrived for my paraglyde jump A mini bus took us up to the top of Bagadag mountain the bus went up and up I thought we would end up in Heaven.Eventually we arrived, my stomach was doing somersaults.I felt very vulnerable and fearful. They paired us up with instructers according to our size i had a very handsome young man. He put me in the harness and layed out the chute ready to go. I was watching other people taking off you had to run off the mountain and keep running till they told you to sit down.Its really not normal to run off a mountain all your instincts tell you to stop.So I ran but not fast enough and we had a false start my girls were watching and thought I'd bottled out, but no I was determined to do it. Next time I ran and got up we hung in the air waiting for the thermals to catch us, then we went further up and started to wobble my partner assured me it was normal. But i was sure I was going to fall out if the harness.To say iwas petrified was putting it mildly. I called out to god and said you've got to take this fear away I'm doing it for your Healing rooms. I felt his presence with me, I felt him saying just relax back intothe seat and I will hold you. I began to relax a little, I could see my grandson he waved to me. we were gently moving, I declined to do tricks that was asking too much but we slowly floated down and over the sea. We were down before i realised it. It was very exhilerating . But I decided I had to do it again to make sure my fear had gone.

So the following week I was going up in the mini bus again. This time we went to the pinnacle of the mountain I paired up with a man called Deniz which pleased me has that was my Grandsons name.We got off quite quickly and I had no fear at all it was just an awesome experience and we even did tricks coming down It was really exhilerating I know I met Jesus on that mountain.Will I do it again, Yes I can't wait.

My Bulgarian trip

Bulgaria    

My Husband and I, were on our way to Bulgaria for a holiday.After we had booked ,we met a young Bulgarian man, he was looking for a lively church in Hastings so we brought him to our church.In conversation he told us he'd had to leave his home because of his Christian beliefs and he had been to a bible college in Scandanavia. But now that Communism has collapsed he had been back to his home to see his parents and to Burghas where he had been a member of a evangelical church, which had just reopened . He had come to England to improve his English. Has we talked he realised we were going to be staying just three Kilometer's from his parents. So he asked if we would visit them so we said we would be happy to meet them. He then told us of the plight of his church has all their bibles had been confiscated when the communists took over the country and now they were very scarce and materials for children's work were non existent. So we decided to try and help them. We contacted a company called No Frontiers that translated Bibles and other Christian materials in every language.So we bought a supply of bibles and children's material

So here we were on our way, the flight was delayed, but we eventually  boarded just before midnight.The plane was very antiquated , it looked like it had been hand painted. Our seats were at the back of the plane, I looked under the seat for the life jacket but their was none there, my husband had one, well I expect they would have spares if we needed them, hopefully we wouldn't.

At about one am in the morning they put a plank across the aisle and said the bar his now open, all they were serving was spirits and vodka mostly, all I wanted at that time was a cup of tea.So i declined and tried to sleep. we eventually landed in Bulgaria, you could tell the Russian influence, it was very regimented, but it was in the early nineties and so it was not surprising we had to queue for everything, we had to pay for visa's to get in the country.Then I noticed people were in a queue with their luggage and has I watched I saw they were scanning there luggage before  they were allowed in the country, at that time we had never experianced that before.

We joined the queue apprehensively. We weren't sure about our case full of literature, I rather felt we would be in trouble, I looked at my Husband and could see he was worried too, but we just had to bluff it out, I started praying desperately for a miracle.I came out in a cold sweat and started shaking, my Husband held my hand to hide our nervousness..Our cases were just approaching the scanner, when suddenly there was  a 

tremendous argument going on, a Bulgarian lady was screaming and shouting at one of the passport control officers, she was waving her arms and everybody stopped to watch including the officer in charge of the scanner. Our cases passed through the scanner without anyone watching what was in them. when the shouting stopped the officer didn't seem to realise our cases had not been examined, he smiled at us and we were through. I have no idea what the commotion was about but I know the timing was of the Lord's, he was looking after us and his word. 

The church was very grateful for the Literature which made it all worth it

We went on to enjoy our holiday and meeting the Parents. of the young Bulgarian, his mother and sister later became Christians  We remained friends with his mother and we had her staying with us when he later married a English girl. But we will  always remember our first experience of Bulgaria.