I remember me, I can see in my minds eye the image I first saw as a little girl. Actually I was quite cute. Big brown eyes, long curly brown hair and a smile that had two front teeth until I was four when suddenly the enamel wore away and I had two healthy but black teeth !
I remember me because it is important to occasionally trackback in your life and reassess your life, its style and its goals and some of the places you have stopped at and hindered yourself as much as the moments of glory when you 'made it' to the top of your particular tree.
I remembered my four year old self and began smiling at some of the moments that surged into my mind. I can remember that Mum and dad couldn't afford a carpet so Mum would polish the living daylights out of the black tiles in the living room, polish them until they where like black glass...oh I did so love to slide on them. I remember dad had nailed hardboard over the chunky doors, making them smooth and streamlined. Then he loveingly stained them a dark brown and varnished them...amazing! we had two huge mirrors to play all sorts of wonderful adventurous games with.
I do have earlier memories. I remember holding Mum's hand as we went to the shops and a huge Alsation dog stood before me and absolutely terrified me. Mum says this was in Liverpool and that I would have only been about 3 years old..still it is my memory and it is definately there. I have vague recollections of an Italian man throwing me a shiny coin (probably a silver threepenny bit) and I also have a single memory of being in a huge room, running underneath the table without having to bend...and throwing my dummy in the open fire...all tiny snapshots but seemingly I was only two years old. Never the les I have one memory which is definately earlier. I was lay on my parents bed and I clearly remember Mum picking me up and snuggling me close to her. I haven't a clue how old I was, just that I was small enough to be wrapped in a blanket. Strange what the mind hangs onto.
