The discovery of a diary I kept during a family holiday in France is a reminder of how much childhood has changed in the last 40 years. I was in my early teens at the time – gauche, awkward and alarmingly unsophisticated. Forget make-up, boys, sleepovers and texting, my holidays were spent playing endless rounds of a board game called Exploration with my sister, reading Lynne Reid Banks books (The L-Shaped Room was the ...keep reading