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My father leaving us. I was about 2 years old.

It certainly is.

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I remember waking up one morning with the door to the outside falling shut behind me. I had been sleepwalking, turned around and simply rang the bell. My uncle opened the door and said 'what are you doing out here?' I never answered him, just squeezed past him and went back to my bed.

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I remember having what was probably my first haircut but I don't remember how old I was.
I was very upset as my curls fell to the floor. I remember the distress I felt and how I ran to my granddad for comfort when I got home - still crying.

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Tell us more, carol. What did your granddad do or say to calm you down?

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Ah ah Mr Ploppy. Granddad brought a smile to my face by promising to go to the hairdresser and chop her curls off...

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Bless all the granddads of this world. They know how to make little girls smile. I wish I had a little girl grandchild too. For some reason they all had to be boys.

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In Sweden, any grand-dad who smiles at little girls get banged up. It's no joke either.

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I believe you. Have been wondering about being too friendly with not only girls but boys as well. Mind you, it's nothing new, I was warned about predators when I was a wee boy.

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Me too. But now it's turned into a witch hunt!

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Exactly, it makes you stay away from little people just in case.