Cultureshock

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I was 6 and had just comeback from Buttermere at the Lake District from visiting my granny and grandpa. It was a cold Boxing Day and I ran through the front door to see my mother, as my father had picked us up, into a nice warm house, all in anticipation of what Santa had left me. I ran straight into the living room, where the coal fire was burning and the huge Christmas tree with all the decorations stood in the corner of the room where the cabinet usually was. The Christmas presents were all underneath and 2 stockings full of goodies, one for my sister and one for myself. On the floor there was this large farm all laid out perfectly. I made a bee-line for this farm, nothing else mattered, I was oblivious to everything else around me that was going on. The farm was beautiful. It was all laid out on this large board with green and brown fields with fencing round. In the green fields there were black and white cows, sheep and brown horses. In the brown field there was a farmer on his tractor. In the little brown field there were pigs. There was blue pond with ducks on and close by there was the farmer's wife with a black and white dog seeing to the hens. There was even a barn and a few haystacks. I was overwhelmed - it was the best Christmas present I had ever got - even to this day. It was played with on a daily basis with my sister for a long, long time. Unfortunately after many moves it has got lost. On bringing the conversation up with my mother recently I have just found out the board itself, which everything was laid out on, was made from the bottom of the cot both my sister and myself used as babies. Much love was put into painting this board, into all the different coloured fields and the pond, then setting it up in such a beautiful way that this Christmas nothing else mattered. I can't remember opening other presents, but I must've done.