Memories and Nightmares: The Day My Brother Was Born
The Day My Brother Was Born
One of my earliest memories is from the day my brother was born, 14th December 1973. I am running down a corridor in a hospital, and to my right I can see a playroom with a dapple-grey rocking horse in the far corner. Usually I'd have gone straight in because the rocking horse was my dream toy, but I carried on running, thinking "I'll go back and play later". My mother remembers hearing me shout at the top of my voice as I was running; "I'm going to see my mummy!"