First Person Narration

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Description

Narration taken from an autobiographical series of Books. Female first person narration

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
my very earliest memories are clear enough. Later they become blurred and jumbled, mostly dislocated and nonsensical as almost people's memories. I assume the most important person to me in my young life, wass without doubt Nana, my maternal grandmother. Later on in life, I learned some strange on DH. Some would say heartbreaking facts about this wonderful human being. But in the beginning, Mana filled my early life with her love and gentle nature. Mother and I lived with a bearded collie called Matty in a tiny touring caravan parked in the grounds of the hotel where in mother worked in the village of Horning Norfolk. Mother had short hand and typing skills, but whether she used those at work in the hotel is anybody's guess. For all I know, she could have been a chambermaid or a waitress. In those days, I had little idea of what anyone did when they weren't in direct contact with me. These memories are of a time when I must have bean around two years old, perhaps three. I have several very vivid memories of life in that caravan. The living area was cramped and small. I slept in a tiny space the size of a cupboard at the back of the van, very often locked in for some dreadful crime or another. I have plenty of time to study my surroundings and commit them to memory. From this tiny cubbyhole, a little window looked out onto the packed gravel path, which I knew lead down to the village and Nana's home. I climbed out of that window one day and played in the gravel with my Lammy, a will on land that Nana had knitted for me when I was born, he had black socks in a tiny triangular black nose and saggy floppy ears, which regularly fell off and had to be stitched back on. I marched up and down in the dust, waving Lammy back and two in front of me, chanting too tall, too tall, too tall.