20-05-2018, 06:28 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Lovely Pics Fruity.
My story.
In the beginning
I was born in Windsor Berkshire, I can't remember it being called Royal Berkshire back then, so I guess we were just Berks.
My parents who married very young made sure they bought a nice detached house before I came along.
I was wanted and very spoilt, my Mother only had brothers, so a girl for her to lavish girly things on was a blessing.
I was the apple of my Dad's eye, he adored me, and as I was the first born Grandchild to my paternal family, they also lavished gifts and affection on me. My paternal Grandmother had lost her husband and one of her daughters during the war, my Fathers brothers and sisters had no children, well that is untrue actually, one of his sisters who had learning problems, got herself pregnant and unable to care for the child herself, the child was adopted by my Paternal Grandmother, and I was told she was my Aunt, not my cousin, I found this out as an adult.
So, as a preschool child, I mainly spent my time with adults.
Until my Mother decided to place me in a Nursery, to mix with other children. The first day I was taken there by my Mother, I didn't like it. I didn't like playing with sand with other children, I had my own sandpit at home. I threw water over the boys, who tried to make friends with me, I didn't like playing with children, I liked adults.
It came to the afternoon nap, there was a room lined with small beds, they had horrid scratchy grey blankets, and I wanted to go home.
I suppose it was a break for the staff, so when I saw we were no longer supervised, I crept out, and I was off!
How I managed to escape undetected is beyond me.
I can remember having no clue where I was, a small child wandering down a leafy lane, wondering where my home was.
I came across a Gipsy camp, hidden in a clearing, of what must have been private land. I must have worried them, as they were very kind to me, but, how can a four-year-old relate their address? I liked the Gypsy camp and the fact that their children did not attend any school. They didn't have any baths and were allowed to smoke, and the music, oh they played music and danced, I liked that.
I was given some strange food, then some of the women decided to walk me back up the lane, to see if I knew where I had come from.
By the time we reached the building where the nursery was, the police had arrived, I was scared of police, I think the Gypsies were to, they prompted me to go on alone.
Then I saw my Mother in floods of tears, I ran to her open arms. I have no recollection of what happened after, only that the nice policeman took us home, and I NEVER went to nursery again.