When I read my sister's stories I think, that's not what it was like!': Esther Freud on the perils of writing about family
Briefly

The article recounts childhood memories from a trip to Morocco, highlighting the author's fascination with storytelling. Set in 1967, she recalls traveling with her family, experiencing vibrant local culture, and collecting objects that symbolize her past. The challenges they faced and the vivid imagery of events, such as a camel festival, capture the essence of her adventures. Despite being nicknamed 'In Morocco' in school, these stories shaped her as a chronicler of family history and personal tales, leaving a lasting impression on her creativity.
"I've kept the few possessions from those years in Morocco. The kaftans we bought in the souk when we arrived, the corduroy patch that I unpicked..."
"From then on everything becomes a story. The camel festival we visit, the path into the hills so steep that Bella and I are packed into saddlebags..."
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