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it just faded one day, and no matter how hard I tried to get it back, as an adult I knew I wouldn't. It was about believing in Father Christmas, about spending a day of laughter, and fun and presents, and when you grew up, you began to understand that you could never recapture the innocence and emotion of Christmas as a child.

I remember how every Friday was sweet day, I could use my 50p pocket money to buy some 1p sweets and they'd be gone in minutes, but it was special, because it was only one day a week. It meant walking down the road to the shop and choosing your treat, the smell of sweets and sugar in the air as you stared at the jars of sweeties in the window. You could have everything and anything, because 50p was a lot of money to you.

And school, how can we forget school? I never much liked it at the time, I was unpopular and overweight, but I think back, to my friends, to the fun we had, and the silly pointless arguments that seemed to mean the world. I look back now, and I miss it, with that ever optimistic nostalgic emotion; in the roller-coaster's of adult life, we forget the simplicities of childhood, and memories imprinted on our mind fade with age, like an old photo in the sun.

But lest we forget now, in 20, 30, 40 years time, I will look back on this time, my age now, and my life as it is, and although I think it's less than perfect now, I will look back with nostalgia, and miss it. I will think it a simpler time, and a happier one. Nostalgia you see has no place in reality, it's a part of imagination, it remembers what you want it to, it remembers happy times - it's biased because we want it to be so.

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