Back in the day when brown wall paper was fashionable and "Sindy" was the only doll to have, my family became involved in the summer carnival in the town where I spent my childhood. It started when our next door neighbour persuaded my Mum to let me enter the "Carnival Princess" competition. This mainly involved wearing your best frock, smiling nicely and walking up and down in front of the judges in a straight line. Although I wasn't picked to be the Princess, I did get to be crown bearer - that's me in the photo below carrying the cushion. What the picture does not show is that the Princess had a whole entourage of attendants which all had to be dressed in pretty dresses and accompanied the Princess on her carnival float at the front of the procession. And that's where our involvement started - Mum volunteered to help out getting all the little girls ready and so began our long association from the carnival. For many years we helped decorate the float - a mammoth task that happened the evening before the parade and sometimes went late into the night. Whilst I was little I made many appearances on the float, in many different costumes. As time went on, Mum actually became part of the committee which organised the whole event and I even joined during my sixth form years. As far as I know the carnival still happens and mum and I often talk about our "carnival days".
This memory was bought to you as part of Sian's "Story Telling Story". You can find more great stories here.