Childhood
The road junction where Robin's life-changing accident happened - Google Streetview With each passing year, we all move further and further away from our childhoods and the recollections we have of those crucial years become blurrier. The store of vivid memories shrinks. Some names get forgotten. Anyway, anyway, I have set myself the task of recording a few of my childhood memories. Things that still stand out for whatever reason. I am pinning them down before they entirely dissolve. And before I begin I might ask: Is there any logic in the business of remembering? It doesn't seem so to me but the psychology of memory is no doubt complicated like the electrical wiring on an ocean liner. Before I begin, let me just say that mine was an unremarkable but generally happy, healthy childhood. I wasn't sexually or physically abused and I did not have to battle with some awful ailment or physical condition. There was Mum and Dad and their four sons of which I was the third. W...