I sat by the fireside warming my cold little hands , and crunched on a ginger snap biscuit. This is my first memory just five years old where I lived before this moment was a complete mystery to me. My school where to start the following Monday week. My brother was only 4 years old so I was on my own once mum dropped me off so to speak.
As time passed by seems so slow at this tender age, my little brother used to accompany me. As by now I was well on my way to being 7 years old.
I have a distant memory of a lovely Christmas panto at this school, I was on stage acting out the part as a fairy. Did I have many friends I can't recall at this moment in time anyone specific.
It wasn't till I was about 7 or 8 I missed the presence of my mother . All I knew was she was there one minute and gone the next. It seems she went away and then came back on a regular basis. I later found out she was at the hospital suffering from a break down.
Mum had two brothers who lived near by , and I used to cycle up there to visit my gran.
Once mum was home things were happier and I used to hear her laugh a lot, and then now and again not so much... A different story un folds to be continued...