My most treasured memories of my Granny are listening to her wonderful stories. Every Sunday after lunch, she’d take me to exciting, magical lands. She left me a book of her stories, which inspired me to tell stories to my own children. I know I’ll always treasure these memories and I’m sure, one day my children will tell new stories to their own children. Maybe they’ll even let Granny tell her stories too!

Rachel, Durham

Me and my Nan sat on a bench in the park eating chips.

Lisa, Wellington

Nearly twenty years ago we lost my young cousin to leukaemia. Christmases were hard, because my aunt wanted to remember Jason and everyone else just wanted her to move on. Finally, we hit on the idea of providing a family nativity scene where everyone could be represented, so that everyone could be present at our celebrations. The only difficulty is when somebody leaves the family through divorce. So far, their figures are still in the scene with everyone else, though sometimes they seem to get turned around or even hidden in the fake foliage. Wonder how that happens??!!!

Kat, Charlbury

Create a family album, ask relatives for photos. Interview elderly family members – record them. Learn about your family history.

Tania, Wirral

We have a treasure box for each of our two girls. Things like their first baby outfit, the brace my eldests wore for three months while her hip sockets developed, newspapers from when they were born and some of their creations. We also have a special moments book where we record special things like loosing a first tooth, riding their bikes, funny things they've said (so easy to forget), newspaper cuttings, certificates and when they asked Jesus into their lives. Precious, seriously precious stuff.

Helen, Honiton

Munching homemade popcorn on the sofa pretending teletubbies is the latest blockbuster!

Kate, St Helens

We keep a diary of 'notable quotes and occasions' and encourage all the family to write in it. As its all about creating lasting memories this makes interesting reading when we look back at it together and laugh as we are reminded of the things we did together.

Paul, Weymouth

In my mid to late teens, I always used to go out with my dad to walk our dog last thing at night - usually about 10pm... sometimes as late as 11.30. Mum used to complain, but Dad always said he needed me to come as he couldn't see the dog in the dark! We used to talk about all kinds of stuff - work, exams, friendships, life, death, faith and lots of football. I valued those times immensely, particularly when things were tough at school or sixth form.

Jon, Cardiff

Our eldest recently came home from university for the weekend, having had unwelcome rodent visitors in her student accommodation. She discovered a dozen white chocolate mice hidden all around her bedroom. The ensuing squeals of delight (and the sharing of the chocolate) were well worth the outlay of 78p at the pick-and-mix!

Susan, Chelmsford