I often write about my crazy holidays back in the good old days before having children. So when I was asked to share a post about childhood holiday memories, I thought it would be a doddle.
I thought back to photographs of me on the beach as a child. Wearing a ridiculous sun hat, being covered in ice cream, walking along the sand and throwing stones into the sea.
But since spending countless hours thinking about it I’ve realised I don’t really remember that much about childhood holidays.
I think my earliest memories of holidays were when I was about ten years old. I remember spending an amazing few days with my dad, visiting my cousin in North Wales.
I went to my first theme park and we spent endless hours in the local leisure centre swimming pool.
There was a holiday with my mum to Devon when I remember walks on the beach and visiting the National Shire Horse centre.
I recall visiting Borth and Ynyslas a few times. I used to love playing on the sand dunes on Ynyslas beach
There was a day or two in Torquay with my dad where we went out on a speed boat. My cousin and I were even allowed to ride in a tube towed behind the boat.
But other than that? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. No memories of ice creams, sandy sandwiches or windswept hair. Not until I was much older and started to go on holiday with friends.
Parkdean Holidays are running a competition for people to share nostalgic old holiday photographs. It’s called Take Me Back and there have been some lovely entries, the winner will be drawn any day now.
Looking through those photographs makes me realise how important it is to make memories with my own children on holiday.
We have already had some amazing holidays with the girls including two trips to Pembrokeshire, one to the Isle of Wight, one to Devon and a few long weekends in the Forest of Dean.
They’ve swam in the sea, built sandcastles, had picnics, gone on boat trips, been to theme parks and danced until long after bedtime at discos and carnivals.
As sisters, Libby and Lia are making memories together. I know that as they get older, holidays will be even more about them doing things together.
Wherever we go, I’m going to make sure that I take my camera along to capture memories for the girls to look back on.
I hope that by the time they’re my age, they’ll be looking back fondly on the holidays we’ve had together as a family, remembering at least some of the fun we’ve had.