April Blog A Day #3
My earliest memory.
Which is strange. I’m sure I should be able to remember things from earlier than that. But I can’t.
It’s also interesting that I hadn’t been told why my mum was being taken to hospital. One of my grandparents said she had hurt her foot!
I guess in 1970, even talking to a small child about to have her life turned upside down by the arrival of a half-sibling she wasn’t expecting, someone in the family having a baby out of wedlock was still a taboo subject.
Thank goodness we’ve moved on.