Childhood

This is not actually all of my Saddle Club books, just the ones that were printed in Australia when the TV show was on. I have maybe 10 more? And I can't believe I'm admitting that...

I spent this morning finally opening up my boxes of books from the storage space, and I did not anticipate how emotional it would be. I think I almost cried a few times, in a happy, nostalgic way. I'm very aware of the fact that I've romanticised my childhood, especially the first eight years when we were still in London, so in my memory I spent my childhood playing pretend, watching Disney movies and reading. And reading. And reading. I devoured books. I read at breakfast, at dinner, in the evenings before bed, and whenever I could in between. Some of the books I uncovered I remembered so vividly, despite having not read them for at least a decade. It was crazy, and it was really hard to decide what to keep and what to give away.

I abandoned the books to have lunch with Amita - we had such an amazing long chat. I'm so grateful to have a friend whose political and social opinions match so closely with mine. Amita and I have always had so much in common, despite choosing to study very different things, and I'm really glad we're still such good friends.

I actually made it to boxing this evening, and I'm glad I did because it was awesome. I'm really going to try and stick with this!

So my obsession with The Saddle Club was pretty intense - I even did riding lessons for a while because of it. It's kind of a terrible photo, but at least I restrained myself from putting them in colour order, which is how they were organised when they were still on my bookshelf years ago...