Guess what? I hit 60. Getting to this milestone you begin to think.
It's like doing a long run round a park and thinking, "Did I really travel that far?"
I thought I had a fairly ordinary childhood. Working class parents, living in Orpington in the late 60's to the 80's with a bunch of people all in the same boat. The majority of Families plopped from London to the "Garden" of England. Raised by the parents, or the children of parents who witnessed the Blitz.
Parents like my dad, who had seen a boy machine gunned to death in his playground by a German fighter plane. His father, referred to as POP, a fireman at the time, drowning kittens in a bucket in front of my young Dad because they couldn't afford to feed them. My mum had TB as a child during the war and was in a hospital until she was a late teen. Shunned by her family she had to make it on her own.
These people raised me, and I don't think that was particularly abnormal in my area to have a family like this. Looking back, I think we were all slightly traumatised as a community by the violence of the war, indeed wars of the last century.
It was a very angry, violent area.
So, with this little Blog I intend to write little bits about my life as a form of therapy. Because I've come to the conclusion I might be a messed up a bit. I am hoping that I might be able to reflect and learn a bit about myself. Hopefully having a laugh along the way.
