‘Jane’ of the Peter and Jane reading scheme books was my heroine. She is the same age as me – but was never like me as a child. She always looked so neat and trim, with here little white frock and yellow cardigan. Sometimes, like here, she scrubbed up nicely and wore a party frock. And she was always getting bought dolls – and they always looked crisp and new. Her dolls never had ratty, matted hair and bald patches from botched attempts at hairdressing. Her own hair never had sticky-up bits like mine. She never wore thick tights which wrinkled around her ankles.
Oh the magic of unwrapping Christmas presents at this age. This picture sums up my first recollection of envy!