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The Book Muse's avatar

My memories of childhood summer are days of reading whilst everyone else watches the cricket and then my brother playing Test Match, the game, and dragging me into it. We also had a pool so there were days we were in and out of the pool with the dog chasing us as we swam - he would run around the pool trying to catch the splashes of water.

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Lorraine Cormack's avatar

It’s probably of my mother saying “put that book down!”. I was (still am) such a bookworm, and regarded summer holidays as an endless series of days to read uninterrupted. My mother always wanted me to do “something else” – inevitably, something less interesting.

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