Paula Richards portrays her experiences of the Miners' Strike in 1984. She was there, were you?
"My father was lucky today, my big sister was helping him. I was still a twinkle in my parents' eyes.
Black gold helped build the walls of our family.
Around fifteen years later, our family entered a period that would test our very foundations.
I was 11... and for me it was a wonderful time. I wouldn't have to sit at the bus stop any more, wondering whether my father had made it home safe from his shift.
I would have him all to myself. Actually he was mostly out picketing and I was at school doing my own campaign.
But we had some great group outings. A trip to the seaside with free rides at the fair and a cone of chips... and an extra special treat for me.
Even the donated tins hold a special place in my memory because someone, somewhere had thought of us.
It wasn't all great. The very thing that kept us going could get us into trouble... as my father found out.
He fought hard to stop people from returning to work. We all did.
I marched alongside my mother, rallying support and donations from our surrounding community. I was only small but I walked as though I was 6ft tall.
I knew what I was marching for. I marched for what I believed was right. It was a sense of togetherness and a shared belief. It was OK to have nothing, if we all had nothing.
Looking back now I can see we had everything. I guess I've always been trying to recreate that same feeling somewhere, somehow."