Sharon Sumner, 55, Isles of Scilly
C uddling my koala teddy tightly, I I fought tears.
‘Can I take him with me?’ I asked my mum, Joan.
‘Of course!’ she smiled.
It was 1973. I was 6 and we lived in Victoria, Australia.
The land of kangaroos, endless sunshine and Christmas Day spent on the beach.
Now we were moving to the North East of England, where Mum and my dad, Allan, were from originally.
But even the possibility of a white Christmas, like they had in all the films, couldn't stop me feeling sad.
Like I was leaving a