I remember

I remember. . .  my first steps, towards my Aunty Hilda,in our house in Oakwood Road. . . school milk being frozen in the bottle. . . ice on the inside of the bedroom window. . . dripping butties for school snack. . . being an ink monitor. . . bunking off school and having a cup of tea with the binmen. . .fishing for tadpoles. . . making a bike from bits scrounged from the rubbish tip. . . my first day at big school. . . getting the cane on my first day at big school. . .and the second time, later the same day. . . not liking big school. . . being bullied. . . really not liking big school. . .leaving school and burning all my books. . .my first job. . . my first kiss. . . my first pint of Guinness. . . my first nightclub. . . the taste of scotch whisky. . . the stomach pump. . . going away to sea. . .Amsterdam. . . Gibraltar. . .Plymouth. . . Home. . .decorating with my lovely Uncle Wally. . . The Greenhills. . . being unemployed. . . Toxteth riots. . . miners on strike. . .picket lines. . . police charging at us. . . Thatcher. . . my BSA. . . the open road. . . Star Castle. . . leaving Scilly, in a hurry. . . Mold. . . potholing. . . my girl being born. . .my tears. . . her smile. . . the lack of sleep . . .gardening. . . upholstery. . . my bigger BSA. . . the CBR. . .Sky Balloons. . . the sadness. . . depression. . . Cleethorpes. . . Signhills. . .the car crash. . .one year backpacking round the world . . .skydiving. . . meeting Sally. . . La Herradura. . . Whitby. . . Idris. . . holding a newly born Lucy. . . tears. . . Seville. . . losing Madge. . .saying goodbye to Dad. . . gaining an Audrey. . . holding a one hour old Matthew. . .tears. . .Begur. . .John Needham. . . Luarca. . .

I remember.

Now, even the bad bits make me smile, wistfully maybe, but at least I am smiling.

I remember how lucky I am.

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