Watching The World of Disney on a Sunday evening.
Being allowed a sip of beer from teeny, tiny liquor glasses on “special” occasions.
My Mum sitting by my bed as I ate vegemite sandwiches and drank a glass of milk, when I woke hungry in the middle of the night.
The places our imaginations took us when playing with my best friend on her farm. Nothing like a ute (utility truck) to become a boat, a space ship, a caravan,or an island.
My nose starting to bleed in the middle of My First Holy Communion.
Being diagnosed with Scarlet Fever.
Visiting the library for the first time.
My first and only Barbie doll. She has dark permed hair! And yes I still have her!
Kneeling on bare wooden floors to recite the rosary in grade one.
My Grandmother’s fruit, jelly and ice cream desserts.
Feeding the pigs with my Grandmother.
My Grandfather telling me mixed up fairytales, and laughing.
Cousins, lots of cousins and always playing.
Wishing I had a baby brother or sister, so I would’t be the baby and I wouldn’t be lonely.
Our family doctor making house visits and teasing my sister for the Beatles posters on our shared bedroom wall.
My parents always helping, opening our home, to the children of friends and family in crisis.
Never not knowing how to read.
Waiting for each week’s edition of Teddy Bear magazine to arrive.
Reading and rereading my Trixie Belden books.
My father “paying” me twenty cents to comb his hair.
My best Christmas ever when I got a large boy doll and a table and chair set. The doll had clothes sewed by my mother and the table and chairs had been made by the family living next door, but they were perfect in every way.
Sunday visits to relatives, or relatives visiting us.
My Grandfather’s funeral and seeing my mother cry for the first time.
Being allowed to write with a pen for the first time.
The arrival of a second hand typewriter in our house and the hours I spent writing stories.
Just a few things that defined my life and shaped me into the person I am today. The beginning of me…