I remember the summer holidays when I was a child, those long lazy days of sunshine and play, the occasional shopping trip and a visit to a long lost auntie. I grew up on the outskirts of a town, houses everywhere, people standing at bus stops and children tearing along pavements on bikes, never a helmet in sight. We lived in a small cul-de-sac, just big enough to have a game of tennis or a test match as Ian Botham was all the rage. September used to come around all too quickly as new shoes were bought together with an A-line skirt. I try to keep up with some of the tradition being a mum myself now, but Amy simply won't wear an A-line skirt. She doesn't have as many friends as I had back then, but saying that, she has more than I do now. No tissues required, I'm somewhat of a loner.
Times change as we get older, naturally through progress and particularly, in my generation, through technology. The first time I used a computer was when I was 15 and I know some might say I was lucky. Amy was only 5 when she had her first computing experience; I always remember her teacher telling me she was struggling with the co-ordination of the mouse, and I walked away shaking my head at the fact that Amy was only 5 at the time, and was expected to be able to use such a technical instrument. Of course, during my summer holidays, I didn't have access to a computer at home even though my mum had a typewriter of which she let me use. This year's summer holiday will be a little different to past ones with me being unable to drive; apart from being taken for a few days to my mum's in Manchester, we won't be going very far. But just being a part of the farm is a wonder in itself. I sometimes ache for friends and a cul-de-sac for Amy, but this is what she's grown up with, the countryside, the animals, the farm, and of course, a computer.