My Childhood Memories

Childhood memories are often steeped in mystery. The older we get the memories exclude sometimes things we might find painful as we journeyed on. I tried to visualise my childhood as a happy one, though I know in my heart it was a very much lonely one. Not only was I shy, but I never mixed very well. I spent so much of my time nearly always on my own. The only exciting time I can remember was one summer I spent with friends of my father whom I referred to as Aunt Elsie and Uncle Jim. For the two months I spent with them in a small town called Allison hold some of the best memories of my childhood. It was away from my parents and into someone’s house that cared. I went fishing every day in the stream at the end of the garden, made many friends and had one of the most enjoyable times of my childhood that will always live within me. 5-6 June 2008