Was I born? I don’t remember!

I don’t remember much from the year I was born. My birthday is in December – so most of it was before my birth. Mom was pleased. My brother was six years older than me, so I’d been on the wish list for some time. I wonder if I’d been worth the wait sometimes. I accept I couldn’t have been the easiest child.

But here I am -mostly scatter brained, but relatively normal. The war had ended. Rationing was still around, but before my memory skills kicked in.

I remember holidays by the seaside, filling my dolls pram up with mud, organising tea parties with all my dolls.

As I got bigger, I was given a piece of garden. I used to grow marigolds and snap dragons

Sometimes Dad used to sit me on his lap and read me nursery rhymes. He taught me,”the boy stood on the burning deck”