A walk on the beach
This is the start of a story about the day of the Jubilee....
28th April 2004
Dear diary,
My name is Lauren and this is my diary. I live with my dad and sister. My sister (Ella) can be annoying at times but I love her really, and dad, dad is rubbish at cooking but he is brilliant to me. He once burnt the turkey at Christmas so we had to go to the garage to get Turkey burgers. They were lush. My mum sadly passed away from a burning fire. She was told not to step pass the brick border around it but she didn’t. She stepped over it to toast her marshmallow. I have heard a lot about her but I have never actually met her and that goes for the same for her side of the family.
Ten years ago today was a day I have never forgot. I always dream about it and I always talk about it. I was only four when then but I remember it very clearly. I have images that instantly pop up when this day is mentioned. I remember the tears, the excitement and the confusion. It was when I met my nanny for the first time. This might seem like a lovely memory to remember but trust me it wasn’t. I met her in a sickening hospital. As you probably have realised, I strongly dislike hospitals. That isn’t the only reason why this was a horrifying meeting as I found out that my nanny (Rita) (that I didn’t even know I had) had a life-threatening illness. I panicked for the worst. What if I was never going to see her again? My first but last meeting. Great!
I was very fond of her and I would like to think she didn’t mind me, so I asked my dad if I could spend the last of the day with her. After she was allowed to leave the hospital, she asked me what I wanted to do.
28th April 1994
“When I was younger, in the summer, my sister, my dad and I always used to have a walk on a beach.” Lauren explained.
“You are lucky to have a dad” Lauren’s new-known as nanny replied. “I never met my dad. He didn’t even know I exist.” Rita had a tear in her eye. What a coincidence that that happened to both of them. Lauren looked like she felt like she had to talk about her mum.
“The exact same thing happened to me with my mum.” Lauren had a tear in her eye. She didn’t want to add any further details. The hospital fell silent.
“Do you want to go on the beach then?” Rita changed the subject. Lauren nodded, still crying and not wanting to say anything.
On the beach they walked miles and then all the way back. When they got back to where they started a glass bottle washed up to shore. It wasn’t just an ordinary bottle as it had ancient paper in it.
They took the bottle back to Rita’s house. Her house was certainly different to modern day houses. It was very old-fashioned: it had glass ornaments propped up everywhere and freaky Russian dolls.
When they opened the bottle they found out that it was very old indeed as it was from the Queen Victoria’s golden Jubilee. It had the tickets.
Return to the main Jubilee page to read some more great stories
28th April 2004
Dear diary,
My name is Lauren and this is my diary. I live with my dad and sister. My sister (Ella) can be annoying at times but I love her really, and dad, dad is rubbish at cooking but he is brilliant to me. He once burnt the turkey at Christmas so we had to go to the garage to get Turkey burgers. They were lush. My mum sadly passed away from a burning fire. She was told not to step pass the brick border around it but she didn’t. She stepped over it to toast her marshmallow. I have heard a lot about her but I have never actually met her and that goes for the same for her side of the family.
Ten years ago today was a day I have never forgot. I always dream about it and I always talk about it. I was only four when then but I remember it very clearly. I have images that instantly pop up when this day is mentioned. I remember the tears, the excitement and the confusion. It was when I met my nanny for the first time. This might seem like a lovely memory to remember but trust me it wasn’t. I met her in a sickening hospital. As you probably have realised, I strongly dislike hospitals. That isn’t the only reason why this was a horrifying meeting as I found out that my nanny (Rita) (that I didn’t even know I had) had a life-threatening illness. I panicked for the worst. What if I was never going to see her again? My first but last meeting. Great!
I was very fond of her and I would like to think she didn’t mind me, so I asked my dad if I could spend the last of the day with her. After she was allowed to leave the hospital, she asked me what I wanted to do.
28th April 1994
“When I was younger, in the summer, my sister, my dad and I always used to have a walk on a beach.” Lauren explained.
“You are lucky to have a dad” Lauren’s new-known as nanny replied. “I never met my dad. He didn’t even know I exist.” Rita had a tear in her eye. What a coincidence that that happened to both of them. Lauren looked like she felt like she had to talk about her mum.
“The exact same thing happened to me with my mum.” Lauren had a tear in her eye. She didn’t want to add any further details. The hospital fell silent.
“Do you want to go on the beach then?” Rita changed the subject. Lauren nodded, still crying and not wanting to say anything.
On the beach they walked miles and then all the way back. When they got back to where they started a glass bottle washed up to shore. It wasn’t just an ordinary bottle as it had ancient paper in it.
They took the bottle back to Rita’s house. Her house was certainly different to modern day houses. It was very old-fashioned: it had glass ornaments propped up everywhere and freaky Russian dolls.
When they opened the bottle they found out that it was very old indeed as it was from the Queen Victoria’s golden Jubilee. It had the tickets.
Return to the main Jubilee page to read some more great stories