Every time Dear Boy and I draw and colour together with these awesome washable crayons, I am thrown back to my own childhood. Not because we spent a lot of time drawing as kids... in fact none of my childhood memories are of art and craft... but because of this:
There's also one about pressing apples for juice that looms large. Not sure what it says about my childhood that these are the cultural memories that linger.
Have you had any unexpected childhood/parenting flashbacks?