Karen Currie, 50, is a company director from Hayling Island is also a pole fit instructor, running lessons in Waterlooville and Chichester. Karen plans to launch classes in Portsmouth next month. Here she recalls some of her fondest childhood memories.
· What’s your earliest childhood memory?
I remember standing on my grandad’s feet as he danced with me. He was a great dancer with a great sense of fun and dancing was a passion we shared.
· What do you remember about your birthdays?
As a child I was always allowed to choose a treat as a way to celebrate; things like going to the cinema, having a sleepover or pamper parties when my mum would do everyone’s nails and hair.
· How was school?
I was a reasonably able student and for that, plus being short and quite shy, I was bullied quite a bit. At 14 I developed epilepsy which made students and teachers a bit fearful of upsetting me. It was only when I got a few wake-up calls, with terrible exam results and a stiff talking to by my mum, that I turned things round.
· What did you get up to with your friends?
As a young girl I loved playing with dolls, but as I grew older I enjoyed going out to socialise.
· What did you watch on TV?
I loved Top of the Pops but my favourite programmes were Dallas and Dynasty. As a family we watched the classics – The Two Ronnies, Only Fools and Horses.
· What music did you listen to?
I grew up listening to The Carpenters. I developed a ‘70s love of T Rex and David Bowie, then became a New Romantic.
· What toys did you play with?
I loved playing with dolls. Reading was an early passion and I was lucky to have a pogo stick and stilts.
· Any clothes that stand out in your memory?
One of my favourite outfits dates back to when I was eight. I had a blue-and-white two-piece silky trouser suit. The worst outfit ever was a white ruffle shirt with black PVC mini skirt and beige thigh high boots.
· What was the naughtiest thing you did?
I was around 16 and persuaded a friend to join me on a jolly jaunt to London to find Sting when I should have been at school. We trawled London all day and got chatted up by a stranger who invited us up the next week to go to a party.
We managed to leave London, having not found Sting, only to return the following week to meet our stranger. Fortunately for us, he was a nice guy but that incident remains one of my most ridiculous decisions.