I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic these past few days, and what came to mind amongst other things, was activities I used to do when I was a little girl. Reading is an obvious one of course, watching television, playing with Barbie’s, and whatever else that didn’t involve a mobile phone or iPad.
Then Winnie-the-Pooh popped into my head, as it would of course (?). I’m not sure whether some of you will remember it or not, but I remember watching on VHS, The Many Adventures of Winnie-the Pooh, and a particular episode where Rabbit wants to get rid of Tigger in the woods. Unfortunately not all goes well in Rabbit’s plan, and he ends up lost himself. It made me chuckle at how vivid such a memory could be, but I was that child who would watching things over and over again until the video would chew up its tape and spit it back out. Yeah.
Anyway, many moons ago my Mum bought me A. A. Milne’s collection of Winnie-the-Pooh, and then my boyfriend Sam also bought me the collection but in different editions. So this summer I decided to re-read these much loved short stories and poems, and I thought I would share some thoughts on each of the four volumes. Maybe it will jog your childhood memories too.