l turned forty this year. This wasn't such a major deal compared with being diagnosed with Parkinson's and being told l'll never work again, blah blah blah. l never felt age mattered very much, but along with moving back to my roots it's made me very reflective. l keep thinking what l was doing in March, 1985 and so on. Luckily l do have a very good memory, l remember my Nan washing my hair in the kitchen sink with washing up liquid whilst my Mum was giving birth to my brother. l was two years and three days old when he was born. l also remember it because l had my lovely baby shampoo in the bathroom upstairs, and have always been quite vain!
People say surely you can't remember that early, you must have seen photos. But l can, l shock my family by drawing plans of the house we left when l was also two. l'm not clever, it's just part of who l am. l can't remember how to do fractions though, and other stuff that holds no interest for me!
With age comes experience, not necessarily wisdom as l still make the same mistakes over and over again. l know this is rambling, but l feel at a cross roads.Rather than crossing it's easier to turn to the left, right or even turn round and look back down the road rather than cross.
At forty, when the average life expectancy is around seventy in my family, l suppose forty is in fact past half way! My one goal l have in life is to be on my death bed, at whatever age, and to have had had no regrets. That must be sad, to have wanted to do something and realise you never will. Luckily so far, l've been lucky enough to have had no regrets. Now shut up Garinda, and go and have some lunch and some more happy pills.
People say surely you can't remember that early, you must have seen photos. But l can, l shock my family by drawing plans of the house we left when l was also two. l'm not clever, it's just part of who l am. l can't remember how to do fractions though, and other stuff that holds no interest for me!
With age comes experience, not necessarily wisdom as l still make the same mistakes over and over again. l know this is rambling, but l feel at a cross roads.Rather than crossing it's easier to turn to the left, right or even turn round and look back down the road rather than cross.
At forty, when the average life expectancy is around seventy in my family, l suppose forty is in fact past half way! My one goal l have in life is to be on my death bed, at whatever age, and to have had had no regrets. That must be sad, to have wanted to do something and realise you never will. Luckily so far, l've been lucky enough to have had no regrets. Now shut up Garinda, and go and have some lunch and some more happy pills.