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My name is Bonnie, and I was brought up in Gosport. My parents still live in the same house in Bridgemary.
Back in the summer of the 70's my mum would pack some lunches for my older brother and I, she would give us both our bus fare, and money to get into the Gosport Swimming
baths.
More often than not my brother and I would be first in the queue with our towels wrapped up under our arms waiting for the doors to open and we would not leave
until the doors were closing.
I remember the old bus station and near the ferry (I think) used to be this little wooden hut or shed type thing that sold sweets and my brother would buy me
a cola pop lolly before we got onto the double decker bus to take us back home.
I have many great memories of our days spent within the walls of the swimming pool, how we used to clamber over the side of the fountain and stand underneath
it.........Christ it was cold! but good fun.
My first ever boyfriend said to me one day that if I was brave enough to jump off of the top diving board he would but me my first ever identity
bracelet.........well who could refuse that eh? I was only about 4ft 9" then and I remember how high each of the diving boards were for me to clamber up there. But none the less I done
it absolutely petrified, I was worried sick that I might land on someone's head, so with a deep breath and my little knees shaking for all there life ........I jumped!! I remember my
little toes gently touching the very bottom of the deepest end of this pool and springing me gently back up to the surface. Beaming from ear to ear and shouting to my boyfriend when do
I get my bracelet? Tomorrow he answered, and that's what we done the very next day before heading back off to the pool to spend yet another wonderful day there.
And now/............as with most things in Gosport it is no longer there. What a shame, I have lived away from Gosport now for the last 11
years but I am returning hopefully some time this year .......no place like home eh.
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