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I travelled back to the place I grew up last weekend. It brought back so many memories for me. Of a time when I was a young girl with no idea of where life would take me.
Each Sunday I would walk the 15 minutes distance of the village from our home to walk up to the Chapel where we would go to Sunday School in the Methodist Chapel. Often we would walk it twice a day on Sunday as we went to afternoon service and evenings on a special occasion, such as Easter or Harvest Festivals..
I being the eldest of 5 siblings would lead my bother and 3 sisters by the hand as we would Sing in the choir, often being the only choir some weeks. I often think we were made to go, just so as my Mother and Father could…
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